The Cricket's Chorus

I only write when I am inspired, and unfortunately, it's often at times when I am not able to jot anything down, like on my way to work. I tried to keep this one rolling around in my head through out my day to not lose it.
~k


Heyday of Summer

has come and gone,
sad echos reside
in the Cricket's song.

Once a mighty chorus
that played day and night,
a concerto of Summer
"The Cricket's Flight."

Days wane towards Autumn,
Summer green growing faint;
flowers past their prime,
leaves waiting golden paint.

One lonely cricket,
without accompaniment,
fiddles his sad song
"Summer's End", a lament.

Nights grow cooler,
Summer's songs slowly die;
soft last serenade,
he plays to night's starry sky.

Hamster on a Wheel

Steady walk
moving forward
and watching the wheel.
It keeps spinning'
but does not jump off the track.
Stepping off for sips of water
and munching food
only to return to the wheel.
No matter how fast,
no matter how determined,
the wheel stays in it's place,
and so do I.

K~*


~~Why ? Because sometimes I feel like we are forced by life decisions
to make choices that consign us to a single place in the world we live
in. Sometimes those choices give us options, and sometimes those choices
take away our options.  Without precognition we are gambling with our
lives to take that step the right way, never knowing if it was a good choice
or a bad one until it all falls into place. I guess it is all a game of chance,
or the spinning of a wheel.  If I remember correctly, one of the Hags of Fate
sat at a spinning wheel or a loom and the thread fell where it would.
If the thread had fallen into a different space, perhaps things would have
turned out quite differently.