Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: cold

  • Muse: Morning in the rain season

    Here has become something else without much of the sun The wind takes her toil; she dances about with no care When the South forges towards the cold rainy season The queer climate of the evening is seen in the morning The mildness, softness of the wind makes all, everything cold, Even when the sun…

  • The Winds Tale: A call of the Hills

    The call of the hills… On a night dark as pitch We stay listening to the swooshing trees And the strange call up the hills… A tornado of wind come surfing down Pushing the brushes and woods apart Sending both man, child and pets scrambling Tall and strong wild palms bend double Threatening to crush…

  • Musing: Cold Mornings

    Cold morning Monster weather Heaven filters in Her dew and airy lather We stare, we shake The cold kept us awake

  • Midnight Thought

    Once upon a midnight dreary, As I pondered, weak and weary, The night was grim, and all was damp. Swarms of fly-filled insects surrounded my lamp, And out there, the trees stood like Halloween ghosts, Waiting to strike, standing lightly on the dust. The clouds shone; Zeus was trying out his new lamp. His matchsticks…

  • The Wind

    There’s coldness everywhere Up the forested hills, the wind surge Throwing up fallen tree leaves In a self heart gladdening sweep Down the hill, the hamlet wakes Pulling cardigans and all manner of rags To keep Warmth from fleeing The noises outside, of the busy wind Sweeping the village square And all the corners of…