A Season Poem by Phinda Mkhonta

A Season

Rating: 5.0

In the wheeling swelling air, still I feel the wind
Waves blowing like a gasping messenger,
It is a windy rainy season, where every story is spread,
Where every fire is spread by the wind,
Where every house is blow by the wind waves
Ways from the west to south, east and west,
It is just a season

The waters of the rivers impregnate the clouds,
Oceans and clouds change dark as dark could be,
This hide the shinning sparks of beauty from the stars at night,
We all head the angry lion groaning over the clouds
Accompany by the snakes of fire across the sky,
Striking to every angle transmitting our frustration
Our life our mortality but it is just a season

Surely for sure, exactly, there will be plenty of water,
Plenty of green all over our land to feed every animal,
Plenty of swamps and mud for our African pots,
When flowers full blooms to shine like angels of heaven,
This message we hear in the sign of the season of rain
But it is just a season

Nontobeko Dlamini 07 January 2012

beautiful, just lov it.

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Sibusiso Dlamini 09 March 2009

Mhlungwane, mhlungwane phinduvuyo what a talent bt its exploited by emankwebevu! ! haha

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Bob Blackwell 23 September 2007

Hi Phinda, you have the same feel for nature as myself, you must watch things grow. I liked this poem I'll give it ten. Keep writing you have talent. I only started in 2006 and it has become a joy in my life. For someone as yopung as you it means you have a lot of happy days ahead. Bob

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Alancia Lebogang Mogorosi 21 September 2007

And ya it is just a season for real. i love it

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