African Autumn
Finally its October
The harmattan is coming
I can perceive it
Now the African autumn has arrived
The harvest is drawn nigh
The next morn
You see the trees adorned
With blending hues of orange and brown,
A carpet of brown leaves you see
Lying on the dry, sunbaked earth
Ready to render their orchestral piece
As you tread on them
And dance for joy to the rhythmical crackle
Of nature's music
The African autumn has arrived
On the 31st
October will stealthily leave us,
But presents he will leave us
Not under the old Christmas tree
But on the trees
Presents of differing sizes, tastes and colours
October has left us
If only we are clever
To seek the best of these present
This is an African autumn.
5-01-2014.
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