Lovely write. The cicadas are coming out here and buzzing away. A week ago or so we dug a trench in the side yard (for drainage pipes) and I disturbed a few of them in the earth, still in their pre-emergence shells. I've also read that they spend 13, 15, or 17 years underground before they change and come out to mate. So I'm thinking that all their ghost stories take place in the dark and around creaking tree roots. You can hear the sap running. Oooooooo . Tee hee. ;-)
Yes, they do spend lots of time underground. I remember one summer where I saw a ton of them emerging like bug zombies. Also, it's that sound they make - it's deliciously creepy. I kind of love it.
Oh this is very beautiful!!!!!!
This is so mesmerizing :D
Cicada song feels very mesmerizing to me :)
Now I have the cicadas' song in my head (and love it... for it reminds me of home). Love your use of "at day." It made me stop, take a few steps back from twilight, and feel their song under the sun...
It's not normal to think of ghostly things by the light of day, but their sound, especially on a sunny day like today, where you are almost half hypnotized by the heat, there is something very eerie about it.
Nicely done haiku!
I'm glad you find it so :)
What a delightful haiku!
Thanks. I'm glad you liked it.
Bespelling is a great word!
I do love the sound of it
They do, don't they?
Mmm, hmm...they are a very haunting part of summer.
Cicadas represent summer for me...I cannot wait !
They're a big part of my summer too. I look forward to hearing their first murmurs of the season every year.
Very beautiful description. I wonder how come I never ever came to this wonderful place!!
Thank you! :)