Poem -
Of Cicadas and Sunlight
When the sun bids farewell and descends behind the hills
after welcoming the dawn and drinking the dew,
It casts a shadow and a tint of gloom
to the spirits so lively at the height of noon,
Why is this light so alluring in its invite?
Oh, I do crave the warmth on my skin
like the cicadas do above in the trees
so lovely among the green!
In the darkest of nights, I am reminded
How healing is the light.
--Bernadete vdw, '25
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Thank you Greg. Your visit is always much appreciated.
Take great care of yourself,
BernadeteÂ
your welcome great poem
You just hit the nail bang on its proverbial head here B .. What a perfect summative line and conclusion .. How healing is the light .. ever so don't even come close .. NevilleÂ
Gracious words, Neville. Every single one is much appreciated. Â BÂ
Great work Bernadete. You're words always have a healing touch to them.
A healing touch. I really like this, Ian. Thank you!
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Yes, heat and cicadas go well together (though Italy was way too hot this summer, the cicadas kept sawing on in the trees above the tent)... This year the full moon kept the dark away, gladly - for in the Dark there is not much fun to be had đ±đ€đ