Why The Cicada Sings
Seventeen years
Under ground
The cicada waits
Without making a sound.
Then one summer morning
With no one in sight
The cicada emerges
Into the light.
No wonder she sings
All evening long.
For seventeen years
She held back her song.
©Debra and Charles Ghigna
Love it!
ReplyDeleteOne of my all-time favorite poems is also about a cicada:
shell of a cicada
it sang itself
utterly away
by Matsuo Basho
Thanks for adding your poem to the mix!
No wonder she sings, indeed! Love those cicada-songs. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Diane and Irene. Love the Basho haiku!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite songs of summer. Really nice poem!
ReplyDeleteThe natural world is such a marvelous inspiration -- I love the "well of COURSE!" tone of this poem. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Michelle and Keri.
ReplyDeleteI find it fascinating that you are a beekeeper, Keri!
Here's a little poem for you:
IF I COULD BE YOUR HONEYBEE
for Keri
If I could be your honeybee
I'd zip and zoom around each bloom
Just like a little jet.
If I could be your honeybee
I'd spin and dance from here to France
And do a pirouette.
If I could be your honeybee
I’d juke and jive around each hive
All the way to Rome.
If I could be your honeybee
I’d tour the world and then I’d fly
Back to my beehive home.