After the Rains

Went out for a walk today morning  with my dog Skooby.  It had been raining off and on last few days.  Not that heavy but somewhat consistent rain to soak the grounds and make the dry creeks flow again.  A heavy mist was covering the nearby hills making the valley look like a surreal work of art.  My old cell phone camera was ineffectual in capturing nature’s art.

How many more moons

‘Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,’ – W.B. Yeats

Rains have stopped long ago
The river shifted
Land under deep water, now
Caked mud  and mass of shifting sand
Million moons have passed
Monsoon and drought
Everpresent harrowing floods
Curse of erosion, a
Constantly changing landscape
Amidst the hardship
Life moves on
Chanting and dancing
Music and culture
Living monasteries
Cycle of life
Constant struggle of
Destruction and construction
As the dragon to the north
Dreams ambitious
To throttle the life line
Turning enchanting island
To lifeless desert
Simple souls carry on
Oblivious of the fate
That may soon befall
How many more moons
How many more moons
Only time will tell

Image of Majuli Island from Google

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This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Eleven