Ode to a cicada

A struggle out of darkness,
earthen ground dweller...
Tunneling lifelong through rich loamy humus,
years spent unbeknownst to those above
or if indeed known,
considered as just another grub,
small in size,
but mighty in ancestry.
Its ancestors were ancient
when hairy mammoth and saber tooth tiger roamed
when large dinosaurs munched and stomped.
Struggling out of darkness,
lifting out of earth and into light of day,
first seeing of light
first taste of freely blowing air
first feel of the wind,
into the light, the grub is now winged.
Instinct to climb high toward the bright,
instinct to call... to sing.
During the day, it climbs upwards
scaling the bark of trunk of tree,
and come up to the darkness of night.
Upon the currents of air,
once former grub proclaims its newly found freedom,
and through the air, heard and felt.

Fog & Mist

I watch the gray swirling mist...
rising up above from amongst the trees.
I catch sight of sparkling gleams from...
watery diamonds set upon leaves by a night rain.
Nocturnal's quiet rain deftly intercepted,
from a straight downward trek;
A pitter patter of cascading droplets,
side-stepping and hopping from leaf-to-leaf,
within a sea of greens and browns,
earthward bound, soaking into the ground.

I watch the gray foggy mist...
burn away into the rising sun,
slowly, surely, the sky changes to hues of blue,
as a shakened rain moves about...
falling towards the moist leafy forest floor,
tree leaves vibrated by dancing squirrels,
prancing, chasing in acrobatic style,
leaping from branch to leafy branch...
of trees filled with a symphony of bird song...
in a greeting of a new dawned day.

as black sky lightens and turns to shades of gray,
the night sounds cease and...
birds sing greeting of the day.
 
Gradually by subtle degrees the sky illumination grows,
shift in the air, and a chill wind blows...
always coldest before the dawn,
and off runs a motherless startled spotted fawn,
feet rustling sounds among fallen dried leaves,
as more-and-more birds join in chorus from among the trees.
 
Light enough now to see...
no sunrise colors nor sky of blue
clouds amassed in puffs of white and shades of gray,
still without a sun-star true
I participated in the greeting of the day.