HALLOWED HARMATTAN
Dry, hazy, and breezy
In raging Sahara's zeal.
Cold, dusty, and freezy
The air of Savannah appeals.
Cool, cloudy and murky
Refreshing forest's treat.
Chilly, frosty, and foggy
Apparent ambient feat.
Dry Northeasterly blind
Blow with pervasive zest.
Wet Southwesterly wind
At its yearly mating best.
All roots and shoots, shredded
Luscious fruits even wither.
Shrubs and leafages shed
Adorning foliages, weather.
The smoldering silvery hair
Do crown the loft rocky tops.
The thick smokes of frosty air
But adorn hilly crests in crops.
Seas bellow at lowered stakes
Rivers dry up from their brinks.
Jungles echo in scary quakes
Lakes from their brims, shrink
Grasslands and lawns, parch
Reeds go brown and go down.
The haze craze has no march
Hallowed harmattans in town.
