1st July, 2015
The monsoon creatures are out.
Wriggling and snuggling on raw earth
Taking refuge under the clouds of the sky
As if blanketed by them,
Shielded from the scorch of the sun
The lush green leaves of trees and plants
Sway to the cool breeze
Happily expanding their foliage
After an especially scorching summer
The wind is mild and intermittent
Easing down to a gentle breeze
The scent and the anticipation of rain
Preceding its draft
The earth is moist
From the rains of the past
Supporting a universe of creatures
And sprouts of tender and juvenile flora
The dragonflies and butterflies flit about
From tiny surprising plants
Budding out of crevices on the pavement
And living on trees - well matured
Fresh blossoms scatter the path
As do leaves, fresh and tender
Plucked, no doubt, by the mischievous rain
The wind, no doubt, an accomplice
All sorts of our annelid brethren are out
Wrestling each other, trying to get in
Foraging for food in the bounty of the monsoon
Or otherwise looking for a safe haven.
Bumblebees and hornets busy themselves
Gathering nectar, from the monsoon flourish
Brightening the atmosphere with their flight
Wild mushrooms grow
Beneath the shade of a fallen tree
As do moss and fern
On anything moist, stone or abandon.
Little birds chirp and fly
Playful and merry;
Enjoying the variety in their meal
That this season has to offer
