All day, red nosed cicadas have been raucous,
in search of a mate, playing cicada love songs.
As twilight descends, they put away their bagpipes,
silently tuning their instruments in the dark.
With dawn, a breeze rustles the trees, and
summer’s calamitous courtship begins again.
©2013, Donald Harbour
That’s glorious! I love the strong sense of time and place – very different from temperate Old England where I live.
Love the bagpipes metaphor!
I second Irene’s comment — and I like the alliteration in the first line of the poem. This gives the reader a strong idea of what you are hearing. Well done.