Crickets

March 9, 2009 in Just Writing by the editor | Add a comment

I hear crickets. The night is clear and cool, almost cold, and there is a slight dampness in the air and I hear these bold, Southern crickets out early in late winter, eager for spring.

The crickets and the daffodils come first, then the whippoorwill. But now it’s just the cool March air and the twinkling dark sky and the waving rise and fall of the crickets’ song.

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