Thursday, October 9, 2014

Monsoon

Monsoon is hanging laundry out to dry in the rain 
in the hope that the sun will come out soon








Monsoon is cucumbers and roasted corn and gorging on the sweet red figs ripening amongst shaded roots on terrace walls





Monsoon is the persistent serenading of mosquitoes and leaches grown fat on the blood of unwary travelers












Monsoon is roads turned to rivers and mud pits and ruts deep enough to drown tail lights














Monsoon is fields vibrant with young rice nourished by the sweat of women










Monsoon is heat and mold and endless labour
Monsoon is the lifeblood of Nepal


2 comments:

  1. I think your poem about monsoons in Nepal is outstanding!
    It helps me feel it with out being there.

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  2. I love the poem too. The accompanying photos are wonderful.

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