O Cicadas Singing!
by Barbara Smith
Another season
passing by,
Sigh.
Another chance
to live and die.
Cicadas singing out their hearts,
in thrumming waves that shake the trees
their season fading with its start,
ending with the coldly frost,
and I, as always, feeling lost.
Maybe I will get so bold,
Open my mouth,
my arms, my legs,
my heart,
and start to Sing!
Or maybe try before I die,
croaking in my groggy voice,
like all of nature,
ugly, beautiful, living, dying.
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 2007,
Barbara Smith, all rights reserved.
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