Brood X rises up
Flying high into the trees
They sing and fall down

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a love song.
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Brood X rises up
Flying high into the trees
They sing and fall down
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a love song.
Daily blog: It’s May 5th, 2021.
In a few weeks, billions of cicadas will come out of the ground, shed their skin, and fly to the treetops.
Yep, it’s going to be a wild party for these harmless playboys who’ve been waiting underground for seventeen years, and I wish them well.
Sing loud, my cicada friends, as loud as you can. Your love song will find a girl and bring peace to the hometowns lucky enough to have you.
Yessiree, I’ll take the sound of cicadas over the mindless dribble coming out of the TV any day.