Harmattan Is Upon You
Harmattan Is Upon You
When cooler nights delay arousal
from the peace of sleep's blindfold
and the joy of a monthly paycheck
is blurred by the inertia to rise up
The Sun remains robed in a haze
even long after daylight's first glow
and her regal radiance is enfeebled
into a wretched imitation of winter
Leaves, each, in prayer for the next
As they smell their deaths in the air
dessicate, turn golden and fall off
and are blown into uneven spreads
Lush green grass patches go bald
evocative of ringworm infestation;
your skin turns white and flakes
or, is covered in a Vaseline shine
Valuables and wastes, a spark away
lie in idle wait to be thoroughly licked
by red dancing tongues, into oblivion
at nature's mirth, or someone's folly
Kids are fixated on the long holidays:
fancy clothes, carols and merriment
as, in bold ambition, dust laden wind
brings to you, a piece of the Sahara.
Copyright © Sandison Jumbo | Year Posted 2018
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