the signal of summer 

the cicada buzzes 

harmonically, endlessly 

why do you chant your sweet tune from up above in the trees

you hide from the world, taunting us from afar

beneath the tattered branches and shaken leaves 

i see you, cicada 

many don’t notice you, simply white noise to them

however, your sweet tune never escapes my ear 

sing to me once more cicada

i promise to always listen to your love stricken song

whether in the groggy heat, or the cool summer wind

your buzz won’t go unheard 

oh sweet cicada