As the weather continues to warm around here, it won’t be long before the songs of crickets are once again dominating the night. In anticipation of their return I thought I’d share this haiku, which is excerpted from the same haibun as the worm haiku I shared earlier:
Rapid little bells—
Crickets sing under the stars
through razor-cold wind.
The “razor-cold” line may seem an odd choice when discussing creatures of the summer, but I promise you it makes more sense in the context of the larger haibun, which I should probably get around to sharing one day. 🙂
Michael Rappa 