This week’s poem inspired by the recent arrival of the monsoon, which this year was particularly dramatic and which I experienced from very close quarters.
Monsoon arrival
Grey dusty days washed clear away,
clouds collide, rivers rise,
dawn-birds praise fresh-rinsed blue skies.
Crisp emerald leaves emerge complete,
puddles pool, paddies flood,
seeds burst deep in fertile mud.
Birds-eye view, when Noah’s doves flew;
blinking ponds, steaming warmth,
delta’s heartbeat to monsoon storms.
Chapai Nawabganj, 2015
So lovely and fresh. I am not too sure, but it seems we can expect a Danish monsoon tomorrow, when our bookclub goes on a picnick.We shall try to look at it with your positiv eyes.
Rilla, I was always amazed in Bangladesh when locals told me the monsoon starts exactly on June15…but it’s true, it does!
Yes, certainly this year, you could have set your calendar, if not your watch, by it!