
Nigeria.
Dry season announces that
November is here;
The year, drifting by like a cloud is
Almost gone.
Leaves wither to the soft kisses
Of the harmattan wind.
Ponds and streams, shrink to the burns
Of yellowlike touches.
Grasses remain tall, but slowly,
They shed their skins into browns;
A saucy overhead rascal,
Biting with glee,
Stinging like a bee—
Cruel to know, fair to see.
This rascal shines till a fire cracks
And sweat flows downstream.
Leaving us at the mercy
Of the bladed wings
Which soothe our skins.
About Oyinkansola

Oyinkansola Akeem is a teen (17)poet, who has written several poems, which include; A Scholar &His Book, DNA Of Our Pains, Birth of Broken Homes, Child In Me, etc. She is a member of the Hilltop creative art foundation and comfy book club, where she has received a number of awards and recognitions.
Writing about nature is always beautiful. And I love your use of soft images and riveting words. Nice one, Oyin.
This sort of represent the whole situation my country is in. Let this pain just stop. I really do hope Ọba òkè will read out heart through your poem and take this dryness again.
Thank you for this beautiful piece❤️
Remembering dry season feels good when you’re not in it and scary when you know it’s coming still.
Beautiful piece.
This is an apt representation of our country. We expected rains and we made the efforts for rains only to be disappointed with the dry season and the Novembers that follow. Great work Oyin. The imagery is apt and indicates a healthy thinking mind.
Wonderful article by the way Oyin keep it up