Mother Nature’s Gift

 Mother Nature’s Gift

Each year 

on my birthday

Stridulations

commence 

Katydids

grasshoppers

crickets

wings rub together 

serenade for a mate 

but

their sweet songs

lull me 

into slumber. 

This week I celebrated my birthday. I know that every year on or about that day, I’ll begin to hear the sweet songs of the grasshoppers, katydids, and crickets. I began to wonder why this particular time in summer the songs emerged. So, I did a little research , took some notes, and began to create my poem. Some of what I learned ended up finding it’s way into my poem. 

Photo of me with a birthday gift. It’s not a cricket, grasshopper, or katydid but it’s another one of my favorite insects. Who knows?  Maybe I’ll write about this sometime soon!  

Today’s Poetry Friday roundup is being hosted by Becky at Sloth Reads.