World Literature:
Chirstopher Okemwa
(Kenya)
Twilight on the Mead (Poem)
There is silence in the mead, deep and sweet
Perfumed by sprawling blooms of chrysanthemums
The soft twilight lie fermenting on the green lush
Peace and fulfillment drape over clumps of shrubs
And the wooden paling and ripening guava trees
Veil in the aura and beauty of an orange sunset
The growing maize plants and finger millet
Kiss the thick jacket, embrace the warm slacks
Sorghum salute amicably as I scuffle across
Dots of vultures decorate the washed-blue welkin
Floating lazily through the air; the sky is clear
The moon is now rising, pale, but almost round.
