 November Ushers Her In Poem by Paul Matthias

 November Ushers Her In



Do you feel her presence?
The wind dry they're
Sweeping dust into space
The plants looking pale
Begging for water
The pastures yelling at the heavens
The oceans reducing to a pint
Humidity is less
The clouds cry no more
Tear glands empty are they
November, her forerunner
Brings her forth
Dry is the season
Harmattan is approaching


Bryce Paul Matthias

Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: season
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Here in Nigeria, we've 4 seasons experienced (wet, rainy, dry and harmattan season) . Now, we're experiencing the dry season (it comes at the end of the year ie during the Christmas season like winter season of Americans) which will get stronger and tougher in the last days of the year and in the early days of the new year. Dry & Harmattan seasons like the name suggests is a season of dry atmosphere, little or no rain fall, dry wind and sunny days (something like spring season)
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