Cicada Songs

I find an empty cicada shell beneath a leaf on an oak tree I planted this spring.

That line sums up midsummer, this lush and gorgeous summer. I planted that tree from my bare root order, a mere stick with a frizz of roots. Maybe, my kids said. And yet these trees thrive.

stillness–
sinking into the rocks,
cicadas’ cry

— Basho

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Molly and Fluffy

2 thoughts on “Cicada Songs

  1. I used to find cicada shells in my childhood in Pennsylvania. But not a single one here. Yay for oaks. I’m babying a volunteer that is growing in the tangled weedy garden west of the house. Need to choose a new permanent home for it to flourish and expand into.

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