Cicada Symphony by Kristina Woodhill cicada song surge you own the air waves this thirteen years of waiting to sing this urge through closed windows at highway speed I hear you clearly you celebrate emergence with abandon your crescendos silence any song bird in these Kentucky hills 06/04/2008 Author's Note: I am awed to have heard this the past two days traveling through Kentucky. Posted on 06/04/2008 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/05/08 at 12:36 AM You catch the sound (just loud to me)most empahtically in this very short but very descriptive poem. (I hear it as cocaphony!) Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 06/07/08 at 05:36 AM I heard this in Kyoto, as you did in Kentucky!! The sound is as you say, and yes the "air waves" are totally taken over. It gives me chills to think of this- on par with a thunderstorm, a heavy rain, in it's all consuming power, which you communicate with intensity here. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)