The Second Spring
Rain came down in torrents—
The parched earth
Rose to greet her…
And let off some steam!
You took a long time in coming—
I was almost roasted alive
Complained the parched earth
Oh, the mountains fell in love with me
They blocked my way—
I had to take a circuitous route to reach you
The winds blew me hither and thither
I lost my way on my way!
But now that I am here
Pray, tell me, ‘What can I do for you?’
Oh, I have been thirsty for months
The leaves on the trees
Are heavy with dust
I need a thorough wash
I have been keenly waiting
For the monsoon season
So that I may have a natural bath
‘Monsoon is not a season’
Corrected the rain
There are only two seasons—
Summer and winter
Monsoon is just a transitory phase
Between summer and winter
Just as spring is a transitory phase
Between winter and summer
People wear summer clothes
And winter clothes
They don’t wear spring clothes
Or monsoon clothes
If there is rain during summer,
They wear raincoats over summer clothing
Just as they do in winter
Fresh leaves appear during monsoon
Flowering plants and trees are abloom
Animals and birds mate before monsoon
Just as they do
Before the arrival of spring
Monsoon is a second opportunity for rejuvenation
Just as spring is…
In fact, it is a second spring!
Copyright © Vincent Van Ross | Year Posted 2023
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