Hand Of Winter - Emmanuel Katto Uganda Poem by Emmanuel Katto

coconut pulp snow spots on the brown wilted meadow
as feet soak in the chestnut boots sinking in the onyx soil

I listen for the rosewood calls of the red-winged blackbirds
whispering sunshine sonnets to the plumage mates

screeching of the topaz saucer eyed owls prowling from the oaks
fluttering of the raspberry popsicle songbirds painting the sky

I peer for the paw prints in the terracotta mud
trails of the sangria blooded mammals lifted from the hibernation

the egg yolk sun falls in the amethyst dusk grave
as the snickerdoodle moon sails beyond the cupola silhouette

but winter razors on olive forearm skin scream in my ivory skull
'the ash frostbite has not faded, yet'