Friday Poetry: Monsoon

Monsoon

is an artist's thickly-laden paint-brush,

dabbing this

and that

shade of green,

a sea of green green green

until eyes yearn

for an island of iridescence to

be marooned upon.

is memory of rain ghosting up

from moist tarmac, defying gravity:

redolent of crushed, damp

leaves, flowers, fruit,

happily percolating your dreams,

pillows smelling of petri-chor,

its fragrance migrating into your hair.

is a bare gray prarie landscape,

where nothing and everything grows,

where rains root in a parallel universe,

birthing the beginning of forests,

a novel which will never end,

which will keep on growing

and growing.