Awakening Times Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

When seasons send their cold the hold and withhold of emotions and thoughts. Liken transversing through the weather whose diverseness attach and touch the depth of the soul. Curving it upon the ends and bends of the unravelling times when tomorrow might draw nigh. Upon own questioning and answering about and out the engulf of times. When a seek for pleasure and leisure intricate life with the sounding and resounding absence of sought.