Chirrups’ Might
The crickets are up
early this morning
summoning the sun.
Sourdough starter foams
winter woolens dry
under summoned sun.
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The crickets are up
early this morning
summoning the sun.
Sourdough starter foams
winter woolens dry
under summoned sun.
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Lovely imagery!
I sort of miss hearing crickets here in the city. Sort of – lol I remember those big camel crickets we would get in the basement at times. Yikes! Good poem!
Nancy,
Such a spare poem. You amaze me how you can create such richness, such abundance with so few words. Bravo!
And I love that I read two poems with the word “chirrup/s” in them. The other was Shaun Turner’s. Check it out if you haven’t already.
I hadn’t seen that before I wrote this!
Love the title.
You are amazing in how you settle the day in two concise, rich stanzas.