Friday, August 14, 2009

cicada

i hear the crickets
gently singing their song
they know all too well
just how time moves along.
as our summer ends
so do their lives
time does not unbend
no matter how we strive.
their sounds will grow faint
as the cool breezes blow
an image they paint
as their sounds get so low.
and flutter their wings.
such is the law of things

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson