14. Aug, 2017

The Cicada's Song

This is a poem I wrote in the Summer and with the wet winter we are experiencing in New Zealand this year it seemed pertinent to type it here as we wait for longer days and clear sunny weather.

 

The Summer sun streams down

I am surrounded by the cicada's song

Incessant, hidden, sireptious

They care not that their life is short.

They live for the moment

Basking in the sun

Singing their repitious sonata.

Some days my head is too full of their music.

It drowns out my thoughts as I sit in the shade.

Too soon the summer sun will be gone

And with it the cicade sounds.

Winter will take hold.

The sun will be but a pale shadow or her self

And I will sit in coat and cap

Longing for the warmth of Summer.