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.