End of Time
Late August heat,
before the dregs
of a Gulf hurricane
drags its rain
and a chill Canadian breeze
has the crickets singing
end of time songs.
by Kathleen M. Tenpas
End of Summer
The little songs of summer are all gone today.
The little insect instruments are all packed away:
The bumblebee's snare drum, the grasshopper's guitar,
The katydid's banjo, the cricket's violin,
The dragonfly's cello have ceased their merry din.
Oh, where is the orchestra? From harpist down to drummer
They've all disappeared with the passing of the summer.
by Rowena Bennett