Winter Comes And Goes Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Winter comes and goes
Friends will be around in our homes
Children screaming out in their bathtubs
Cosmetics on lips, skin-creams and robs
Cooking girls with gathered palms on the fire
Curtains hardly slapping the window in its ire
Colourful leaves dropping along the street lamps
Some pumps and wells running dry by the camps
It's dry and dusty again with heavy fogs this year
The harmattan is harshly whistling loud and clear
Leaving some businessmen to forget their heads
Just like new babies, turning round in their beds.