Wanjohi. P. Mugambi
The air is cool
It is full of its sweet freshness
And everything around rejoices and revives
With an outburst it settles
With sweet green color of the highlands
The air of paradise
The change of weather
Makes me appear alive and new
The gutters overflow
As the shades grow lighter
Behold!
The sky is super blue
Like an artist with greater mastery
It wipes the dirt away
Sweeps all the objects out my path
Life! Reality! Past! Present! I say Future!
Comes transformed with the air bath
This memory is half my lifetime
It is like all dies away
Letting my future have its way
It is not revolutions
I know many would say so
But the storm has calmed
Clearing roads to better days
With revelations off torments
My soul, inspired and blazed
All this!
Is only after a storm❤️
Wanjohi. P. Mugambi
The Weeping Onion