November – Florence Mwale

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The sun bows in her presence
Making shadows of all that blocks its entrance

Mango trees flaunt their greener leaves
Bearing fruits ripened by the November heat

She is hot, she scorches like curses
Her rains come disguised as showers of blessings

Her storms wet the ground we walk on,
Making the mud we fall on

A pleasant sight to a farmer
Unpleasant to another

Her winds whisper in the grass
We listen, flee, letting her pass

She is November
And she only comes once.

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Author: Florence Mwale

A female Malawian poet.