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By Wisdom Mumera

Yesterday grows a beard, quickly wilting away
Into the shadows of a beckoning tomorrow
Whose belly holds contents unknown
But whose daily throb and feeble kicks
Grow in us expectations of something breathing.

Petal upon petal
The flower of our joy blooms
Unfurling her scented core that smolders
Raising the incense of a sacrifice accepted
Adorning the bosom of our lands
With smiles of the deity.
The past year hangs away

Upside down in the eaves of an unwanted space
Waiting for our moments of boredom
When we recollect an era skewed in walk
That sought to abandon us
In grottos where angels fear to tread.

Virginal, the new year draws towards us
Red cheeked with blushes of the new bride.
We extend our eager hands trembling with a passion
Brewed by the lust of our minds in fantasy.

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