It is finally “cool” enough to turn off the AC and open up the apartment. I love hearing the night noises – the cars moving along the pavement and the crickets. I love crickets! There is nothing better than listening to these little shadow fiddlers. They are really fiddling tonight! It reminds me of one of my older poems (from 1983) – so I dug out the poem and it is below:
Shadow Fiddlers
Crickets
voices of the stars
flickering overhead.
ventriloquists perhaps,
telling me things
beyond earthly dreams,
in songs I might understand.
A star falls
in a graceful arch.
Was it trying to reach me or
just an extinguished dream
lost between night songs.
Something black winks
across the sky.
A bat? Moth? Or a promise
from the shadows?
Thank you Diane and Tim for telling me about the typo that would shame me as an English Major 🙂
By: Debra LaValley on August 4, 2011
at 7:00 pm