Dressed in green attires
they came, fresh from spring
Outstretched arms embraced me without discrimination
Outstretched arms embraced me without discrimination
Cooling my forehead, restoring
my calmness with songs
A newcomer in their compassionately
fertile midst
Such hospitality would
have made any mother proud
Tenderness glowed like fire’s
love in me, affection radiated
Allowing life to be lived leisurely
against the sun’s
Searing death, protected
from neighborly telescopes
Eyes’ zooming intrusive
lenses of inquisitiveness
Nature robs them boldly, exposed
to cruel freezer limbs
Come naked, stripped, a
victim of nature’s calendar
No fault of theirs, this inhospitability,
frigid gasps from winter’s
Blows through paper-thin
ribs and chest
They look helplessly at
me, a willing recipient of tenderly
Love, a reluctant giver of
tenderly love
How can I help them,
victims of nature’s unransomed hostage?
My arms too short for a maternal
protective shield
They have received such cruelty
Such subjection bleeds my
heart
©2010FrancesOhanenye
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.