the day is nigh


Photo: Victoria Slotto

Photo: Victoria Slotto

the end is nigh

nearby i hear a single cricket
echoes of desperation in his call
winter skulks into his day
so slowly.

leaves drop like words of sages
settle gently in dewy grass
molder, nourish the earth, the soul,
profoundly.

keep up your call, my little friend
remind us that the day comes soon
when chill will hold us in its arms
so silently.

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25 thoughts on “the day is nigh

  1. Amazing how a cricket can bring us right here, right now–such a little critter with a big voice. Nicely done, V!

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  2. Lovely, and moving.

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  3. lupitatucker says:

    I like the four line pattern and the lone word at the end of each stanza. It emphasizes the somber tone throughout. The end is nigh, sigh.

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  4. MarinaSofia says:

    Well, I interpreted this in a much more sombre way, but it’s a wonderful description of autumn of the year and of life… Bell-like, crystal-clear words and precision. I’ve always loved that about your poetry.

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  5. “leaves drop like words of sages
    settle gently in dewy grass
    molder, nourish the earth, the soul,
    profoundly.”
    This just make me love Fall even more…if that is possible. 🙂

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  6. kaykuala h says:

    remind us that the day comes soon
    when chill will hold us in its arms
    so silently.

    One tolerates the noise as the cold months that follow will be silent. Very true Victoria!

    Hank

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  7. We are leaping into a hot dry summer (record temps for October), and already I’m longing for autumn to come back…Lovely poem,Victoria – I like the subtlety of the metaphor.

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  8. Hope says:

    oh yes! the all true signs of the next season to come! beautifully expressed! thank you!

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  9. All of Nature has a song..
    the song of change
    so real
    and true..
    Many of we have
    a dream.. so same..
    so cold.. so false
    unreal.. Embracing
    Change is
    Light and
    Truth HOT..
    Same stays
    cold forevermore..:)

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  10. Crickets cricketing outside as we speak. Love the sound. Deep summer here in RSA.

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  11. Victoria, this poem has all the beauty and sadness of this season. I love it. I haven’t written anything worthy of OLN lately but yours is really special.

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  12. Prajakta says:

    Soft imagery of the changes in seasons, the last line of each stanza ties up very strongly!

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  13. Abhra says:

    The advent of spring – you have foreseen it so well. I am not much of a winter person….the ending is kind of scary to me….

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  14. I love the word molder. This is a great poem.

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  15. thotpurge says:

    Like words of sages… Love that image.

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  16. Mary says:

    You know….your poem gives me an appreciation for crickets that I did not have before. Indeed, sing on, Cricket. Sing on as long as you can! Fall ends soon enough……and winter is long.

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  17. kanzensakura says:

    That last stanza is stellar. Me with cicadas, you with crickets….and this weekend we will have our first frost and freeze. All the little cricket voices will go silent, except for that one that snuck into our bedroom and keeps us awake and we can’t find. Wonderful feel to this.

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  18. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Wonderful use of metaphor 🙂

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  19. scillagrace says:

    Right now a fierce wind is blowing the leaves from the trees. I take up your metaphor and think the sages have had enough of our insanity! We need to wise up quickly. (my mind’s been on the presidential candidates lately, can you tell?)

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  20. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Further north, like with Bjorn, winter does not come gently into our life. Here in WA state, in the NW, often, as the year, Indian Summer lingers long, not bleaching the leaves before they tumble onto lawns, gutters, & streets. I like the link to cricket & Fall. Do we hear them in winter? can’t say–living in the suburbs, I never hear them.

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  21. Grace says:

    So gently and silently do we fall into that deep sleep ~ I love the cricket’s sounds, and the reminder that the season is fast changing Victoria ~

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  22. This is a lovely end of the day benediction

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  23. ihatepoetry says:

    This is quiet but lush and gorgeous.

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  24. Bodhirose says:

    “Leaves drop like words of sages”…I love that line. There is a gentle acceptance in your words and it seems the cricket’s song is the last link to the fading warm weather.

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  25. Victoria, this is so gentle and soft, yet so strong.. I love when you call the last cricket a little friend, a true reminder for us all….

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