It’s the dead of wicked winter in the USA as I write, but the season is only one of four in the USA. Not where I originally came from – India – where the great homegrown poet, Kalidasa, enumerated six in his landmark “Calendar.”
Some years ago I ‘transcreated’ his memorable verses in a poem that I couched in Haiku Verse, a form that I found most apt to convey his description of Nature in the raw, as it were.
South Asia is best known for its hot Summer, followed a close second by its welcoming Monsoons (The Rains) – not to forget the relief of Autumn, the cool (not cold) Winter, the balmy Early Spring and lively Spring!
the fete-Dieu flowers trumpet –
II THE RAINS
The barrage-royal thunders,
mundane joys upsurge.
Bright autumnal moon:
the rice-stems nod and trees bow –
breeze of boding-time.
Rich the full-eared corn:
the her’ns wheel round their home-sky –
rime-bound wintry chill.
V EARLY SPRING
Heralds early spring,
the reaped earth specked with corn-heaps;
her’n shrieks seldom heard.
Spring, oh jaunty spree!
The bees haunt buds of mangoes;
Copyright © Azim Lewis Mayadas 2015