Cicadas Poem by Jerry Buckley

Shrouded behind a pale and gloaming light
This fair evening has lost its appetite
But it's too lovely out to go inside
I'd much rather sit here alone and hide

This yellow wine is truly impressive
Although I don't chardonnay that often
She's smooth and soothing and inexpensive
and so my fixed outlook slowly softens

Dog day cicadas are chiding this town
A loathsome and eerie unearthly drone
Now that traffic has worn itself down
The red warrior ascends to his throne

Kronus plods onward like a slew-foot boy
Too sadly encumbered to join in play
Night marches forward like a wind-up toy
As she anticipate more wakeful day

'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley