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