Wild December Poem by Awni Alkhatib

I visited an exotic queer place
Where blue with green come into one face
Where a branch changes into a stem
and beauty reaches the rim
Where a tree adopts and usurps a tree
and rain becomes thunders prey
Fair orchards are scattered here and there
and women think they are fair
Rhyming drizzles, shiny in a jiff of time
and times cold dull tales are our rhyme
Impotent lightening kisses lusty valleys in vain
and virile thunders slept with that plain
Sun and rain met to contemplate
and my noon rival sure is my mate
I saw the face of our creator
In this harmonious fickle nature
Ocean cries when he gets bored,
but mother pacifies with winds of her lord
Colored buds mingle not with land hue
Since the Artist put his only verdant clue
December is the cruelest month of year
It made our yen our thorny fear
Darkness shuffles in sigh and joyness
and cuckoos cuck in joy and coyness
Dear onomatopoeic devout hue
I will draw your memory as a passer-by
Only in December the cruelest month of year.
Green and blue will be my wear
At twilight or even late at noon.
Then you will see heavenly colors on sand dunes
And be this ever-satanic beauty no more seen
Since in memory it has been
And be those poker-faced clowns no more played
Nor my hyacinth be left peerless to fade
Among a tribe of malicious arcade