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Crickets hum a solemn hymn
Weakening with each day
Frost now slowly creeping in
Transforming green to gray
Soon the mighty wind will howl
And fragile hearts will stray
A blinding white, one fateful night
As winter has its way.
09 Sunday Nov 2008
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Crickets hum a solemn hymn
Weakening with each day
Frost now slowly creeping in
Transforming green to gray
Soon the mighty wind will howl
And fragile hearts will stray
A blinding white, one fateful night
As winter has its way.
Shirley Allard said:
Thanks guys. I’m not looking forward to another winter but I doubt very much if that will stop it! And Dan… I love the crickets as long as they stay outside… although some believe it’s good luck to have a cricket in your house. Personally, I feel lucky if I keep them out! I love their song but they’re ugly little suckers! 🙂
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Dan Beams said:
The crickets are much more creative in the Northeast I understand. The uninvited guests that slip into my old home simply annoy!
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Jo A. said:
I’m so sad to see summer go, your poem a wonderful prelude to Winter!
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nan said:
The crickets’ hum getting weaker… such a melancholy sound. But I like the winter too. 🙂
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ozymandiaz said:
HOORAY!
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JO said:
Shirley, I absolutely love this! Sights, sounds, purpose–it’s all in there, a wonderful rhythm.
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