Cricket-stages waiting to be filled with invisible minstrels...
I heard my first cricket of summer today
And it made me a little sad
For these are the minstrels that chirp-chirp away
The beautiful summer we had
I heard the first cricket of summer today
It tugged at my heart with its call
Knowing its rhythmic backdrop will play
Until the frost-chill of the fall
I heard my first cricket of summer today
Plaintive soloist, but not long
For soon a whole hidden cricket choir will play
August and September’s earth-song
Aha, close your eyes; can't you feel the skies lower
Balladeer rousing both teardrop and grin
Drawing its bow over heart-strings and clover
Velvet vibrato from a black violin
I heard my first cricket of summer today
And it made me both sad and glad
To know that the crickets did not lose their way
And will play till ‘the summer we had’
© Janet Martin
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