The Weather
I tell you this weather
Could almost turn skin to leather
For quite some time one thing we've missed
Is those lasses hashtagging #sunkissed
By the beach making toasts
While tearing up some roasts
Adding another one of #cheerstothegoodlife
While a broke brother fears for his good wife
And all that he cannot afford for her
The thoughts are ever near but the pockets are far
Oh this weather; this scorching sun
That kisses the daughter but bites the son
The birds claimed to be of a feather
Are no longer flocking together
Lush branches have become pricking twigs
Ruffling their feathers that they may need feather wigs
Dried up grass unyielding to weaving
That nests are not for living as they are for leaving
Though held high in the air by the leafless structure
They hope that in its dryness it won't fracture
That it will endure even with the droplets of the dew
To hold up though nothing could be savoured of the view
To not let the past be a bother
But to believe that by coming this far we can go further
And all these hard days faith has been the only assurance
And the good weather comes to reward endurance
We recall faith and endurance making for bad weather
So we preserve them both and debate on either
For we wouldn't be built and cured by only hearing
The fire must be for your testing and searing
And the only thing one would bitterly regret
Is if through it all you ever forget
So let prominent remembrance be at your service
A man redeemed from judging from the surface
A man inquisitive and discerning
A man content and not plunged into longing and yearning
K. Muitherero.
Copyright © Kennedy Muitherero | Year Posted 2022
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