the crickets are back.
just a few, now
a few early ones
singing
perhaps welcoming 
the others. 
i am 35 
and i wonder if i have 
ever appreciated 
them so much. 
i awoke midday
to a gust of wind 
that blew my door
wide open.
an angry wind,
came in charging,
boisterous as wind is.
then, a calm 
just leaves rustling 
in a distant tree
and the song of a
lone cricket.
an angry gust 
that startled me awake,
i sat straight up
and forced a gasp.
then,
a song i heard once
some years ago.
a song 
after the bitter wind
had left.