Monsoon Fury In March! ! ! Poem by Seema Jayaraman

Monsoon Fury In March! ! !

Rating: 5.0

A birthing sun stretched,
outreach of golden fingers
Over the arch of
predawn's auburn wings
there was no hiding,
the high octave of light
A sunny spring morning,
a day in March bright

Gay and cheer unfolding,
peeped under shut eyes
Calling the slumbering,
to shift sleepy gear, arise
A grey veil crept,
gossamer silk like at first
unseen sweeping over
clear blue skies, a crust

Around shimmering sun,
climbing the high mound
In a lace of fluff,
unheard the wisps wound
A mischievous cloud,
dressed an awakening choir
Rendered a watery womb,
that fine dawn, on a just lit fire

Down burst the shower
as I watched from my pane
lavishing a coppery fury,
the power of sun and rain
Weaving a monsoon magic,
swept a curtain of spray
On a happily parched land,
Pleasantly surprised, that spring day
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 1Oct2015

Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
Nothing like the rain, anytime of the year, I watched this beautiful surprise showered on us this March on a splendid spring day...and rain was much better than the golden dry day.
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 30 September 2015

Verily, a lovely depiction of the rain in the short spring month of March............10

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Loke Kok Yee 08 November 2015

too much and continuous can take away the fun but when it had been dry too long it's better than the sun lovely read-10

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Bharati Nayak 11 October 2015

The words are like magic.Charming and beautiful expression.Thanks for presenting such a lovely poem.

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Seema Jayaraman 11 October 2015

Thank you for your kind review and comments. I invite you to read my other poems, appreciate your feedback and review.

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Anil Kumar Panda 02 October 2015

You have woven a beautiful magic with rich vocabulary in this write, Awesome. Keep inking.

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Seema Jayaraman 11 October 2015

Thank you Tikuji, I invite you to review my other poems especially Why Blame Me A Blood Moon, a little fanciful but nice and romantic.

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Ramesh T A 01 October 2015

Monsoon fury is a magic that suddenly changes peaceful atmosphere sure!

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Seema Jayaraman 01 October 2015

Thank you Ramesh, Monsoon magic sure does change an ordinary sunny walks out seeking hidden rainbows in the horizon..

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Roop Rekha Bhaskar 01 October 2015

Charismatic write. Drops of water from the sky and a poetess to catch them in such picturesque phrase is delightful. This is a wonderful poem.

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Seema Jayaraman 01 October 2015

Thanks Rekha, Nothing like Rain to enhance the romance of a beautiful spring day

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