Summer’s symphony

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

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Summer’s symphony

  1. 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.

    -Nicole

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s