WTW (07 January 1998 / St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe)

The Storm

No wonder why you are barren
With you the trees to shade off
Even your night so cold like Karen
Devoided of affections, Her bluff.

No wonder how you craft brethren
Your blizzards that is so inflicting
To wilt my lily and rose garden
And to my skinny peel the piercing.

No wonder where you descent
Even the gutter moan in dawn
Oozing due, your frost crescent
That bites, deeply and down.

No wonder whom you are
To have ceased all that blaze
My kindled lit now so blare
As your fog brought illusive maze.

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The trees to shade up a person even in day or night. Storm comes to wilt lily and rose garden. Blizzards this brings. An amazing imagery about storm is drawn here and wisely penned poem is shared.10