by Joseph Ikhenoba


The poet has always love summer as compared to winter. He appraises the summer for making people happy and warmly.

If ever a summertime was so lovely and so lifted

By a warm, brisk breeze that you wanted to toss,

On a day when the blossoms in the garden

And the awesome cinderblock paths

Seemed so etched in sunlight

That you felt like shattering the glass entails

A set on the lounge armrest, liberating the inhabitants

From their snow-covered cottage

So they could walk out, holding hands

And gazing into this larger dome of blue and white,

Opening all the windows in the house,

Unlatched the door to the golden sparrow's cage,

In fact, literally ripped the little hallway from its side wall.

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