Thursday, June 28, 2012

Seasons Change by Zibusiso Mpofu

If every day were a winter storm
I would die all day without a smile on my countenance
Wet cheeks and purple hair
Heavy jackets and cold fingers
Timeless seasons of heavy rain
Crying children and sad countenances

But summer’s rays appear at the end of each green day
Causing the flowers, air and the moon to rise
High above the cistern skies
Smiles and countenances embrace
The growth of new life,
Regrowth and possible escapement
From dragons, sea lions and their hosts

For such seasons we wait
For a brighter sun
Shorter skirts and short shorts
And the embrace of the ocean sky
Which lies to wipe our tears away
No turmoil is infinite
Because seasons change