Season Of Light—jamaica Poem by Rue Palmer

Season of Light — Jamaica

In Jamaica, when the season of light comes down,
It drapes the hills in a hush of gold,
And every mango leaf and breadfruit crown
Glows like a story waiting to be told.

Evening slips in on a breeze so warm,
Carrying laughter from verandah and lane;
Children trace the dusk in dancing form,
Fireflies stitching brightness through the cane.

Drums from far-off yards begin to rise—
A heartbeat shared from coast to crest;
Stars lean low in the Caribbean skies,
As if blessing every fest and rest.

Lanterns swing where the sea-winds roam,
Soft sparks drift from bamboo light;
In every village, yard, and home,
Hope wakes gently in the night.

For here, the season of light is more
Than lamps or flames on frosted air—
It's the warmth of people at the door,
Inviting joy to settle there.
RP