Crickets in Winter
In late summer chirrs of crickets
Add seismic charm to winding
Morning runs through the brush.
As autumn chill slips into the brambles
Chirps subside to a murmur … but still there
Humming like a neutron star.
Winter runs are silent
Save for the soft crush of snow
Subtle as an angel’s pulse.
Yet I wait for the clear winter day
When the tundra explodes
With brassy music from thousands
Of white crickets—
Glittering in their icy coats.