THE MIST
The morning is filled with the mist
The pathways are treacherous
Filled with stray serpents and scorpions
Come to land to get some warmth
HARMATTAN
The heat burns the flesh
Dried skin and teary eyes
The wind is merciless pushing away
All that dared to stand before her
BURNING GRASSES
Burnt grasses give queer scents
Birds circle the sky in search of food
The days go hot every noon
The grasses all turn red with dust
GOLDEN SUN
Dry leaves fall solemnly
In dramatic circles
With hues of grey
Painting the clouds as the sun set
LOVE
Now this festive season brings love
The cold nights come to us all
The loving hands that holds us to curdle
Stays not too far away from us
CHRISTMAS
The skies are full of fireworks
There are smiles of joy, of hope and celebration
The snow flakes fall and cover the greens
As solemn hymns are sang in the hamlets
