Enga mellom fjella

Soaking rain ... I got soaked too. A 'season' poem.

[untitled "Season" poem]

Twittering in the Linden trees
locust turning yellow
blue skies after a drenching rain
two young gals, one fellow

Pine trees glisten under ice
roads shimmer from the melt of snow
the cardinal lends his deep red cloak
to the young folk huddled below

Warm breezes freshen from the south
the robins start to chirp
daffodils sway their golden cups
as two young gals give birth

The linden trees give forth perfume
the cardinal sings from vines
two babies suck from mother's breasts
cries thunder through the pines

© Kåre Enga [164.290]

The 'idea' in the poem above is to compose 4 stanzas (4 quatrains in this case, but it could be tercets or cinquains, etc.). Each stanza is a season. In this case AWPS (Autumn, Winter, sPring, Summer). Although each of the first three stanzas could be separate, the 4th must tie them together with an image from each. I've written a bunch of these, but not recently.

WRITING: Have a song caught in my throat ... may sound like a frog, but I assure you it is a song ... The lyrics follow the meter: 12:11:7:7:11 or 3,4,5/3,4,4/3,4/3,4/3,4,4. I can imagine 'cowboys' dancing to it. The words come out of my experience in Montana and the working title is "Maroon and Blue Jeans." Since I very seldom write songs or lyrics, it is annoying that I don't have a voice recorder. I keep repeating the tune in my head so I'll memorize it as best I can. I know some of the instrumentation also: drums (big, and small Cherokee), flute and ... (I want something South-East Asian). The new Montana is an interesting mix of cultures.

IMAGE THIS!

I walked along under the plaza's awning to the edge closest to Indepedent Inc.'s entryway across the street. I swear it's not far ... just far enough to get totally soaked in 2 or 3 minutes. My cap is soaked. The front of my pants look like I couldn't hold it long enough or maybe someone threw me in the pond. My shoes and socks are wet. I live close, but more rain is headed this way and the shortcut along the ditch may not be advisable. 2 hours later and I'm still wet and shriveling.

All day has been overcast. It rained in sheets. The downspouts look like unplugged fire hydrants. I can assure you whatever drought we may have had is looooong over. It is very green.

Kansas: 61º and soaking rain; over 2 inches (5 cm.), some areas over 4.

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