Monsoon Song

[billy]

i actually feel this poem because i've see the rain patterns change in the short ten or so years i've been in the Philippines. i really enjoyed how you took us from what was, to what is, it was done in a designed way that
held me to the end. i will read this one again

great to have you on the site

Spring was just a fleeting shadow the line works but if i'm being picky fleeting shadow is cliche, that said, it's not that bad but maybe a less common phrase.
of bees on petals for one fortnight a year,
but you, we cherished more.

You rolled in on purple dreams, almost beautiful, great image.
bringing respite from baked clay-stoves,
from coaxing orange from smoky firewood.

We heeded the easterly's call,
hung hemp-ropes on trees,
swinging, we sang our love,

awaiting our menfolk’s return
to villages from towns
to reap green from paddy fields

and sow our wombs. one of the best short lines i've read. it also works great as the transition

Then the world turned,
now you come too late,
too early, too little or too much

Wearily we wonder which river
will overflow its banks, or when you’ll be released
from burgeoned dams to flooded roads.