Dry Season

Photo: Shane Rounce

It’s dry season

Roads are rough and dusty

Plants are drained and dead again

Nothing excites

Except for the leaves turning golden

The flowers that bloom in colours

And the butterflies that flutter around them

The sky and hills are covered in the morning mist

Streams and rivers in flawless clearness

Flow quietly to their destinations

In the hot sunny noon

The hills lick the clouds

Which melt and fade into the heavens

As the blazing sun rages

On the beautiful landscape

Wrapped in the heat of the evening

I long for the comfort of the morning breeze

and the serenity of the morning dew