All the Noise, Noise, Noise, Noise

Don’t get me wrong. I find the night sound of chirping crickets to be quite calming. In fact, I love the outdoors at any time of day. However, recently—out of necessity—I traded my outdoor writing space for an indoor office. You see, I have reentered the workforce as a proofreader and member of the clerical support staff. Now, instead of cardinals calling to their mates, I hear my trainer giving instructions on how to perform my new duties. Instead of my sonorous wind chimes, I hear the campanile striking every quarter hour in the distance. And instead of the soothing chirping of crickets, I hear coworkers chattering about assignments and deadlines. Air conditioning is nice, for it staves off the oppressive Florida humidity. But each day after work, I rush back to my beloved outside air—humidity and all—and once more drink in the scents, sights, and sounds of all the creatures God created.

crickets in clover
congregate beneath turning leaves—
starry symphony


Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun: The Sounds of Koorogi

Victoria is hosting Haibun Monday this week, and she has encouraged us to write about crickets (koorogi is the Japanese kigo for cricket).

 

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