Double-Dip Cicadas

At the tag end of summer

Cicadas plummet from the trees

Like meteors, flamed out, no longer bright

When the shadow of giant fate

Looms close, some

Buzz and struggle

Others hunker passively

I lift them up on leaves

And from the base of trees

Some begin to climb

Overwhelmed, remembering the dream

Of green leaves, and sky, and song.

Comments

[Dave]

Nice.

[Rana]

Thanks!

[John]

A week or two ago a stricken cicada fell at my feet – with a cicada killer on top of it.

[Rana]

That would be pretty neat to see, actually. Those are those very large wasps, aren't they?

[Rana]

By the way, I've really been enjoying your insect portraits!