Monday, August 11, 2014


One night I heard it start
A prelude, faint and far
Of lone minstrel strumming the dark
Beneath the evening star
But now, the passageway
Of summer into fall
Is serenaded by a lay
Of cricket-canticle

Beneath leaf-laden vine
And petal-portico
These weary-less songsters incline
Our thoughts to letting go
The heart’s reluctant urge
Cannot restrain the clock
Is it a madrigal or dirge
That fills the garden-walk?

An hour seems discrete
And insignificant
Yet slows the scamper in child-feet
Where seasons ever chant
…one night I heard it start
Where now the air is full
Of Time’s betrothal to the heart  
And cricket-canticle

© Janet Martin

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