Cicadas
Deafening under the oldest trees
Accompany summer
I grew up in Britain where heat and humidity were not unknown, but not until a visit to Greece did I encounter cicadas. Now, here in Japan, the sound of these insects has become an ecstatic part of the hottest weeks of the year.
(Photo: Bruce Marlin, Wikimedia Commons)
Hearing cicadas
My being vibrates to
The sound of the summer heat
There are several species, but here in lowland Kanto, my untrained ear can distinguish three.
Hiss of abura-zemi (the rhythm section);
Buzz of min-min-zemi (the melody);
And gradually taking over from those, the trill of higarashi announcing the cool of late afternoon.
As the last light leaves the sky, the cicadas fall silent. And the gentler tones of the crickets, drowned out during the day, come to the foreground in the still of the evening.
--Julian
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