Harmattan Poem by Gabriel Jirgba

I love the harmattan, I love its winds
Skies bright without a trace of shady clouds
I love to see
The sentimental balled dance of pine trees
The gentle bend of green leaves
The zephyr and all
I love the sounds
The soft whispers of trees
The tickling lyrical rhythm over roofs
I love the warmth
Though season brings discernible winds
Though shoes dirt and eyes ache
Within the heart an immense peace is felt; and spirits are high
Yet no words, no rhymes dare description of such feelings
The only yet known through constant ponder is called LOVE