Sultry August Evening

I sat at evening prayer and
heard the cicadas:
loud, rattling, insistent–
invading the space
between me and my God.
When at last I opened my eyes
the cicadas had finished
their raucous fury,
and the windows were
bathed in pearly condensation,
sealing the room in dusky
tomb-like twilight
before its time.


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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