Cicadas by Fred Miller

Cicadas 

They're coming. Ah, I hear them. They're back. And with scant notice, they break into cheerful song. Concocted noise, some may say, no consideration for the quietude of the hour. Yet with finest sentiments, new wings carry echoes of wee conversations into the coolness of the evening. And tomorrow in the shadows of lofty trees, they'll emerge once again, their sole longing the harmony to come. Like a gentle wave, their symphony rises with the noblest intent and wafts on the warm summer breezes into dusk. We'll savor this interruption 'til late in the summer when without notice, they'll fade into darkness. Remnants of their visit remain clinging to the trees as if unfilled claims are yet to be made. Moons from now they'll return, moons and moons to come. And here with patience, we'll await a summer serenade that follows long slumbers and melds once again into a golden chorus of the night.

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Fred Miller is a California writer who specializes in penning short stories of eclectic themes, his first selected by Constance Hunting, the New England poet laureate in 2003. Over fifty of his stories have appeared in publications around the world in the past ten years. Many of his stories may be seen on his blog: https://pookah1943.wordpress.com.

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