Christmas
Sweet honey of harmattan
What a season you are
To see thee at the eleventh hour
At the end of the tunnel
And flown come upon the bank
Of spring morning water
Alas! You came in a twinkle of an eye
I have gone here and there
And made myself motley to the view
For your absent
Do stay for my sake to my grief
To cure what public manner
Breed on my diary
For me to receive a new brand
For my nature to subdue on my paw
Come and proclaim new memory
I am yearning for your presence
Like a woman for the monthly period
Do stay even you are seasonal
You are Wood who gather moss
The star in the sky
The sweet and perfect season
The temperate all want
Love, endurance, strength and skill
To warm, comfort and please
With the touch of an angelic feeling
Copyright © Adeyemi Sunday | Year Posted 2022
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