grey sunless morn,
smothering sadness
pent up for reasons
not known to me …
now flows down like
a katabatic wind
cold and dry, in an
inundating landslide.
Sun shouts through the hills.
Note:
A katabatic wind (named from Ancient Greek katábasis meaning 'descent', also spelt as ‘catabatic') is a drainage wind, a wind that carries high-density air from a higher elevation down a slope under the force of gravity. Such winds are sometimes also called "fall winds". Katabatic winds can rush down elevated slopes at hurricane speeds, but most are not that intense.
A natural phenomenon. A product of Earth's gravity
A catabatic wind is the heavy cold air slides down from hill-tops along the slopes, under its own weight.
This is a delight, especially for students of (physical) geography : ) and, by the way
The fog of morning gloom flows out in a katabatic wind…
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I would like to translate this poem
It is always nice to read the context information you add to many poems