MACÉDOINE [Poetry]

Harmattan

As it blew, pots screamed;
Boiling water for Man's warmth—
A tea down the throat,
And a bucketful for bath.

Blanket became a sweetheart:
"What a dream come true?!" It wondered,
For a cuddle-partner it became,
In its warmth, the body wandered.

Closed and curtained,
Windows and doors became—
Trapping the cold breeze
Like the drapes of a dame.

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