Cold as ice

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.

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.