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Cristina M. R. Norcross
The cicadas rub their legs –
a late afternoon symphony
in the sun.
They are singing their goodbye song –
a buzzing, rattling maracas farewell.
The first few branches
on the eldest tree by the pond
abandon summer green
for autumn’s russet glory.
Majesty is on the way –
a wildfire rush of color across the fields,
like fervent runners passing the baton
after each lap and leap across the line.
We come to the season of turning leaves
with great humility,
knowing that, like a flash of light
in the midnight sky,
its beauty is brief.
It gives birth to spartan times of growth
and the quiet, galloping days
that lead to dark skies
From Amnesia and Awakenings ( Local Gems Press, 2016).
This poem first appeared in An Ariel Anthology: Transformational Poetry and Art (2015).
Used here with the author’s permission.
Cristina M. R. Norcross lives in Wisconsin with her husband, their two sons, and a cat who loves to sleep on a warm, humming computer. Cristina is the founding editor of the online poetry journal, Blue Heron Review, and the author of seven poetry collections. When not writing or editing, she travels to distant lands and designs jewelry from found treasures. Learn more about Cristina at www.cristinanorcross.com.
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