Cricket Music

 

Note from the poet:

This poem was written in honor of my beloved husband, Stephen, on his 87th birthday. Stephen knows how much I love hearing the crickets, and so calls me to an open window to hear what I call Cricket Music, as the sky darkens and night is falling.

 

 

And the sound of its

Beautiful rhythm

Repeats     repeats     repeats

The same sound

I heard when I was a child

At Grandmother’s

Rented summer house

In a suburb of

Chicago

We called The Country

The same song

Same rhythm

Repeating     repeating     repeating

The mysteries of mysterious

Night

Melting into the rhythm

And the voices I heard

Then

As one voice

I hear now

Singing one certain

Song

Over and over and over

 

Then

Come to this open

Window

My dear man calls to

Me

It is the time between

Day and Night

When the sky loses

Light

Out the open window

I hear them

His gift for me

The beautiful rhythm

Of their song

Repeating     repeating

Repeating

-August 6, 2022

One thought on “Cricket Music

  • August 10, 2022 at 7:09 pm
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    This is so beautiful great grandma wendy!!!

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