Too Long.
Too long hangs rain in our valley.
Sky's cloudy face cracks to cry patterns
over damp ground
and young plantings face hazard.
Small lakes pool in low cattle-holds
Tears of lime cascade from high meadows,
while rinsings raise whispers
of killing by drizzle's unwelcome cold.
Too long a shudder aids feather-droop.
Across horizons as fox runs food-less,
drenched cubs look for fill
while chicken prey hunch in wet coop.
Swathed in failure lies each garden.
Knee-deep in undone tasks the backyard
idles away as labour bides
time waiting for signs of drying to start.
Too long a chill makes farmers weep.
Thatched cottages drip in the village street,
trees bleed moss and weight
burdens thick-coated in-lamb sheep.
For weeks has water earth wronged.
Muddy dirt changes grass to sponge
that sucks out green to
leave brown where feeding belongs.
To long hangs rain in our valley.
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Fay Slimm. (
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What a delightfully miserable picture you paint today. Immediately I enjoy more the sunshine on my shoulders through a window here in falling Worcestershire.
Great use of words to create the gloomy feeling drizzly misery drapes across the land dearest poet.
Ha - wanted to give the growers and farming viewpoint of too much rain - - glad you enjoyed the wording dear Dusk and thank you muchly for your discerning comment.
we expect a bit o wet at this time o year dont we. but hey .. someone's having a larf aint they ... masterfully written mistress Fay .. I am indeed moistly overcome ............. x
Too true your comment is so right on rainy chaos for growers and farmers alike if field-floods stay more than a few nights........... thanking you most profusely for reviewing Too Long dear sir N. - from gigglin' mistress F.....x
What a wonderful poetry dear poet
You aired the grievances of the climate change so well
The long rains can create huge problems
So well crafted
Your visit and comment is really welcome and thank you sincerely my poet friend.
its funny, but here
in our blinkered
concrete of a curtained-off, city existence
we choose to see the romance
in the rainy season's
look out of our windows
once we've showered and changed into something dry,
pitying those poor, unlucky
still forging a path through those stormy conditions, we just escaped
sipping, from our cup of hot beverage
or something distilled, to heat us up, from deep inside..
but never, ever
wondering
about those thousands of families, we rely upon
to feed us, year in and year out
for whom this very same weather conditions
can equate to losses, not merely in profit margins
but their way of life...
(thanks for sharing, dear Fay)
Your wonderfully versed comment L.B. is an additional tribute to the many
who supply us with all sorts of fickle in wet or dry conditions to stave our hunger - I am so pleased you dropped by for a read of Too Long.
Great mood and atmosphere there, Fay - something I know quite well - Still, it can be some consolation that it spreads itself, and doesn't all come down in one 24 hours....
Right on there Dave - should it rain for that long we would all want an Ark eh ? - --- thanks for your view on the atmosphere I tried to display when wet soaks all plans for outdoor activities.
Did we sort of walk into winter this year, autumn leaves have either been cleaned away very quickly or they're still on the trees? Mind you, the rain has been a bit rainy lately.
Good write Fay.
Yes it has been a bit damp here in Worcestershire as d a has said but at least I did not have to overcome any floods this time so all is well.
Good words Fay showing the way things can be in the pouring rain.
Andy
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