Tag Archives: End of Summer

With barely a whisper, the cicadas

With barely a whisper the cicadasbid adieu and disappear  last week, we were drowning in tomatoesfringing with scissors the basilstirred by their rising symphony like rowdy children they were heard but not seenthe electric body, the buzz on the ear’s horizon … Continue reading

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The Insect Chorus

There are those who hate cicadas as they hate the summer sun. I myself love both.  The haters hear cacaphony, noise, intrusion. They hear one solid tone – abrasive – not noticing how the insect chorus of crickets and cicada … Continue reading

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Continuum

“Some beetle trilling its midnight utterance.”   Beetle song opens Denise Levertov’s “Continuum,” a poem of late-summer return.  Returns can be precarious transitions…maybe you’re like me, having come back home with a certain euphoria, having recalibrated by quieting the melancholy news … Continue reading

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Summer Bed

The pine prepares a beddropping its needles long and thinas angel’s hair and smooth, each connectedto a partner, toasted like hay or ochreanticipating our autumnal bed though now we lay head to headwatching the summer stars

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Flute Music of September

    Flute Music of September Welcome back, self, after a most social August.  My espadrilles are mercifully silent on the brick the soft rope and rubber sole help me hear the cleansing flute music of September. I’m eavesdropping on … Continue reading

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