the clouds hang silent
ensconcing wood and village
a mountain monsoon
within the dimness,
a cicada cries, lonely
like the call to prayer
outside dripping dark;
inside our ovaltine and
braving of cold sheets
bright fog after rain;
we stand on the bridge watching
the cataract roar
very evocative Neil!
This suite is quite good, my friend. Its imagery took me there, and I was awed viewing the cataract from the bridge. One point of clarification: is the line “ensconcing wood AND village” or is it “ensconcing wooden village”?
Thank you, Sophie and David. David, by “wood and village” I mean the forest and the village.