Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

 Cricket-stages waiting to be filled with invisible minstrels... I heard my first cricket of summer today And it made me ...

Sometimes it pains us as we see time’s dauntless intervention September wears a crown of brown and gold with hints of rust We climb...

When crickets sing we know Time’s wing Is heavy with impending frost And suddenly we hear the sound- Less sound of life’...

 I heard my first cricket of this summer yesterday morning as we drove past this fence-row of wildflowers when we were leaving the cot...

One night I heard it start A prelude, faint and far Of lone minstrel strumming the dark Beneath the evening star But now...