Crickets chorus
in cradling chrysanthemums
.. near frogcroaks by the creek
.. from corn cob cribs
their leg violin choirs sound
Kind Christ, keep forever
away frost's
crystal crypts
with his cruel eclipse
no more crux .. no more
ice cracks.. in the
creeks by the crickets
for always crickets' chorus
tell us they're for us
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with crystal voice
I hear the cricket song
in this poem calling spring
-ernest
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