Monsoon

Purple-rumped sunbirds bathe

in the dew that dawn has bequeathed 

to a leaf - the absolution of morning,

purified to dart between the blushed lobes

of bruguiera in a thirst for nectar,

to sow their futures of two mossy eggs

in hanging nests of web and lichen.

And here, they wait for the rhythm of rain;

its shine reflected in the eye

of a pied cuckoo. A monsoon is hot

and heavy when dancing frogs are united,

a scrub greens under deluge.

Everywhere life is built from water,

and yet, can seem too unsteady

for such architecture - how it vanishes

from a hand -  its reminder 

of the fragility of existence.
 

Image is of a male purple-rumped sunbird:https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple-rumped_sunbird

Images on Twitter: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Purple-rumped_Sunbird_(Leptocoma_zeylonica)-_female_at_nest_in_Hyderabad_W2_IMG_0297.jpg#mw-jump-to-license

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bhim_Singh_(reigned_1778-1828)_Watching_a_Celebration_of_the_Monsoon_Festival_LACMA_M.74.102.3_(4_of_5).jpg

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruguiera