Cicadas

Summer Cicadas When the sun rises, Summer cicadas are mechanical, persistent, inescapable, until the sun sets. Like an alarm clock, Try as I might, I can’t stop. — Cicadas crying To Matsuo Bashō the voice of a cicada is quite profound. 静けさや岩にしみ入る蝉の声 Shizukesa yaIwa ni shimiiruSemi no koe Ah, such stillness—The sound of a cicadasinks Continue reading Cicadas