Published August 01. 2013 12:00AM
Sister sun is high
Grass is the color of straw
Temperatures have risen
to near 100 degrees
Not only do I hear Jenny Wren
trilling her joy
But now I detect Cyril Cicada
adding his percussive passion
It is that time...
That time of summer
When Mother Earth steams...
Her children perspire profusely
Yet there remains a quiet satisfaction
Perhaps things are
as they should be after all...
It is Cicada Time!
D.J. Hausman-Hill
Lititz