by
Noel Ihebuzor
as with the season,
so, with the poet,
seasons come
and seasons go
seasons that freeze
seasons that free,
seasons that foul,
season that flower
seasons for sowing
seasons for sewing
seasons for saving
seasons for singing
The season of singing
Voices springing
Moon winking,
Grasshoppers jumping
Kids bleating
Blades rustling
in the gay glades with
crickets chirping
the sun smiling, greeting
the happy season
which sings its coming
listen now as
songs well from within
they spring forth
at the first ring of spring
as poet, pen and
keyboard warm
to the rhythm and reason
of the season of renewal
to sing songs
that unfurl like a corolla
awakening, unfolding and stirring
drowning unhappy pasts
in their awakening and renewing
melodies
“The season of singing
Voices springing
Moon winking”
So full of electricity this poem.
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