Harmattan Christmas

I dreamt yes I did of

Mysterious trade winds

Bearing saintly carols

On the arms of warm winds

Tearing tendon of memories

Mums warmly handing bowls

Half full of festive meals



I dreamt yes I did of

Aromas serenading the air

Afloat tops of leafless trees

Curvy waists with vibrant beads

Glowed and tarried into the nights

To be ferried beyond time



I dreamt yes I did of

Brown dried crispy leaves

On humid floors scattering

Singing loud tuneful songs

As weary feet pressed on

Families at the heath gather

In festive delight chatter



Now I moaned yes I do

As the storms surged with no carols

And folks ripped turkeys at home

Memories long ago departed

Of toned legs of zestful beauties

The leaves here is soggy

And Christmas is white and tuneless