Noise

this morning’s noises echo
facts of summertime dwindling.
a crow’s call to advance
spur last night’s crickets,
still rubbing within the window well.
my heart swells with hope
which confuses me,
and the neighbor lady sweeps her deck.

14 thoughts on “Noise

  1. I liked the mention of the window well and crickets. It has been more than forty years since I had a window well but I do remember those little stinkers falling in there and still chirping. A lovely seasonal poem, Audrey.

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  2. Fall is definitely in the air, ma’am! I love this time of year, after the heat and humidity break. And even though we all know COVID is going to change things for a while, I’m still hoping for magical holidays, ha!

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