Poem: Season Sensation

By Olatubosun David

That season when no rain falls
Sky underlines blue heaven
Searing sun dries the puddles
On the farm roads
The misty breeze blows
In the morning
The hills, the mountains
Are shrouded in the mist

At a time of year when no grass grows
Deciduous trees lay down covering
To cover mother earth
From the face of the angry sun
Fishes splash in transparent streams
Flowers blossom radiance
Birds of colours sing on naked tree
Leaping in ecstasy
Whistling dry season is here
Christmas is around the corner
Old year is dying
And a child is born

Categories: Poetry

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