A New Season

Goodbye to dust
For the rain is here,
Days of sweeping,
And dusting,
And cleaning,
And all is gone-
Frogs are forming choirs,
Crickets will be free at night.
The field will be green again,
The trees will be dressed for romance with the wind.
The earth is open for intercourse with the sky, and
If the rain become too heavy to cause a flood,
We will gather our raincoats,
And our boots,
And our boats,
And head to the Village Square.


by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

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