Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
Thursday, September 5, 2019
Cicadas
Autumn creeps into the Blue Ridge Mountains,
nature dips her paintbrush
into a bucket of gold
and highlights the walnut leaves.
The morning sun shimmies
through the tree-filtered light,
three white-tailed deer
forage in the cornfield.
On Brasstown Bald,
the buzzing of cicadas,
males shake their drums;
each makes its own song.
Golden rods sway on a breeze,
stars shine in dusty lilac asters;
beneath the Full Harvest Moon,
katydids saw their fiddles.
Brenda Kay Ledford
I give my sister, Barbara, credit for doing research on cicadas.
I wish my blogger friends a happy and beautiful fall!
Brenda
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