My Second Cicada Summer
The eager insects invade
Emerging from their dirt dreams
Leaving their shells behind
The sanctimonious shedding of their skin
A rebirth and revival
They scream their solstice song
A collective calling
A lively lullaby
Somehow both spirited and serene
For one fleeting moment
They reign supreme
The bantering brood
Dominating the dog days
We could learn a lot
From these clandestine creatures
Who rest for 17 sacred years
Only to rise and sing, and dance, and mate
Until they’ve had their fill
Seduced by one final sunset
Reuniting with the dirt once more
For one final satisfying slumber
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Love this!
“lively lullaby”, “dominating the dog days” – ahhh so good
This is beautiful!
Love the alliterative word play, and the respect this conveys for their wild life cycle. Life is short, scream that solstice song! ❤️