Jinge Norvall (Bulawayo)
Shivering grey skies
Usher in the icy morn
O' er countless wintry houses
Huddled close for warmth.
Summer flees for warmer climes
As winter 's clammy claws
Dig through bone and sinew
Cold bites with icy jaws.
Whining winds and gusting gales
Twist about the towns..
Gardens wither and leaves have fallen
As townsfolk scurry hearthwards.
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