A Season Poem by Phinda Mkhonta

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