The hot weather breaks for a bit. I open a window and hear the crickets chirping, searching for love in the darkness. Do they sense the future? Do they know that the nights will soon grow longer and colder? Autumn with its lengthening shadows always makes me feel wistful and a touch melancholy.
Darkness seems to be growing like a massive thundercloud shadowing the earth, and the shadow creatures are climbing from their murky lairs. Yet after every storm, I search for a rainbow. The light is always there, but we don’t always see it. The crickets chirp, even if we’re not listening. The poet pens a verse, even if no one reads it.
opaque skies glower
Harvest moon, hidden, still hums–
vixen cocks her head
This Haibun is for dVerse, where Victoria asked to use cricket (in Japanese Koorogi) as a prompt.
I’m also linking this to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, using synonyms for sad and write.