Snowflakes fall effortlessly down
Mother nature’s quiet ice upon my back
Making believe the bitter cold is something else
She has taught me that most days things are best left unspoken.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.
Tag: cold
Endless March
The sunlight hits the floors
Warming the cement walls
Perhaps it is cold in Paris too
And there is a price to pay
For hurting someone
There as well.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
New winter believers
A Light feathery dance
Snowflakes settle neatly
And cold one after the other
White wilderness arouses suspicion
Life muffled to somewhere else.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
The Blue in Monday
The air has not moved since last night
There does not seem to be enough milk
In a fridge of drab leftovers and cold
To soothe a spoilt dull and overfed ego.
