It's always been the crickets

I was struck with a thought tonight, while I was walking to my car, how I knew Spring was here. It's the chirping of crickets that's stirs familiarity in my chest. She has finally made herself at home

It's never been the return of the leaves upon trees, that showed me spring has returned.

Or, the the common showers that fed the soil with the blades of grass already spearing through.

Even when there is an option to leave a window open at night, to let the night air chill the room.

Those occurrences do not harbor the new beginning. At least, to me.

I would say, spring arrives fully when the crickets are heard.
They chirp after a warm day, when the Sun glimmered acrossed the sun dial.

To Me, I would say, it's always been the crickets.
That brought upon Spring.

Reviews

[Gee]

Oh no, what about poor ol' Buddy Holly, bless him, he'll be turning in his grave.
I love spring, warmth again and all the colours under the sun bursting forth.

[B]

Spring is a beautiful season
You bring that life
Love this poetic piece