Harmattan

HARMATTAN

Gently, gently it creeps in
just like a thief in the night
trees sheds and tremble at his sight
human throat dries every time
very thirsty I am now
for this season we shall bow
lips peels and dry so fast
but Mr Balm saves at last

After a day bath,I look old
even as a white as a snow
not to take less for a ghost
everything has turn to frost

Harmattan, I hail thee
helping lazy people not to bath
for the water is cold they all say

All living things turns to grey
for I am also gay at it
everything around me turns misty
for season of mist has arrived

© Malik Timilehin Barakat