Autumns Cicada

On the near stripped Bough
Pitch Raven perched
A leaf drops to the pond
Without a sound
Summer had Faded to Autumn dark
A Strike of Lightning
Waters Fade
It gives no sign
Death comes closer
A Cicada’s woeful cry.

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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