Sing

After dark

you begin singing descants

in the trees

Cicadas cocoon

in burrows, await future summer

casting calls

I lie awake

in the middle of the night and

still you sing

In pre-dawn

dark, I celebrate your will to live

your song of life

Forage careful

or you may become a silk wrapped

spider larder

Autumn’s ornament

suspended in air, a hollow shell come

spawning spring

(each stanza can stand on its own)

9-29-20