A symphony of crickets has
welcomed me
to this day –
at this dark morning hour
when only the faintest brushed strokes
of deep magenta sky
float in the distance,
and only the softest of bird songs
barely drift by my window –
it is now that the crickets,
through their symphony of love,
sing in and out and around
with gusto
this new day
this new morning
the song of crickets
everywhere:
Welcome friends.
Join us.
For this new day has begun.