This...
scent of
night-blooming jasmine
words get
in the way
...makes way for this:
slow rain —
losing myself in
birdbath circles
It has been an uncommonly persistent rainy season – many long days of incessant, slow rain, many days when the washing hasn’t dried at all, many occasions when we haven’t seen the sun in two or three days altogether... I’ve found kambli poochis (Red hairy caterpillars) on my curtains, virulent-green crawlies in the wash basin, and all the world seems to be thriving on this nourishment.
So Ann K Schwader’s haiku that so hauntingly captures the monsoon mood.
scent of
night-blooming jasmine
words get
in the way
...makes way for this:
slow rain —
losing myself in
birdbath circles
It has been an uncommonly persistent rainy season – many long days of incessant, slow rain, many days when the washing hasn’t dried at all, many occasions when we haven’t seen the sun in two or three days altogether... I’ve found kambli poochis (Red hairy caterpillars) on my curtains, virulent-green crawlies in the wash basin, and all the world seems to be thriving on this nourishment.
So Ann K Schwader’s haiku that so hauntingly captures the monsoon mood.
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