Summer Run Wild...or When Crickets Sing

When crickets sing we know Time’s wing

Is heavy with impending frost

And suddenly we hear the sound-

Less sound of life’s sure-footed cost

Where all we have and hold is rolled

Into the cold of letting go

Heat-rippled dust and wanderlust

Becomes the toll beneath the snow

When crickets sing heart-hollows ring

With echoes of summer nigh-spent

And senses, numb to living’s sum

Are keened to loving’s discontent

The harbor where summer laid bare

Her laughter, lilting gold and blue

Is gray and tossed with hours lost

On some far star-struck avenue

When crickets sing summer is king

But only for a little while

Its burnished jade cannot dissuade

The hand where Grand Farewells beguile

Past garden plot our meager thought

Rambles like a barefooted child

Through dusk’s so-long to find the throng

That serenades summer run wild

© Janet Martin

Anywhere, anytime, this time of year cricket-minstrels entertain 24-7 !!