The cricket’s swan song
Farewell with seasons change
Returning in spring
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Last Traces Of Day (Tanka)
Last traces of day
Sink below the horizon
Relief from days heat
Still and warm, the crickets sound
Singing the song of the night
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Summer Nights – A Kyrielle
Summer nights in sweltering heat.
Crickets chirp ne’er miss a beat.
Cheerful song, devil-may-care.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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Ribbit goes the frog in pond.
Male to female they both respond.
Spawning tadpole the two a pair.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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Heat of night does not deter.
Frog and cricket both concur.
Beautiful songs they both do share.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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By Dominic R. DiFrancesco
Night at the Symphony
The silence of sunset,
Birds return to their nests,
Resting from their day of song.
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Crickets rosin their bows,
Preparing for the evenings symphony,
While crowds await their glorious tune.
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The sun glows mandarin,
As it slowly ducks behind the shadowy horizon,
Echoing in a tense truce between diurnal and nocturnal.
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As the last sliver of day sets,
The orchestra begins their performance,
Breaking the uneasy silence.
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Eerie yet beautiful sounds of nightfall,
Originating from unseen musicians,
Thrill their awestruck audience.
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Wondrous are the players of the night,
Talented and shy, invisible to all except the trained eye,
Hiding behind their curtain of darkness.
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Night is not to be feared, but cherished,
Enveloping its onlookers in the leisurely tune,
Eliciting a most restful slumber.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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