A Season To Remember

This season—
A weird sole to cite
Till the Apple’s doom.

For the prickles
And Holocausts
That cowed our big blue.

Ogre dipped down
In Agni's array
Biting a ton of hoi polloi.

Leaving our arcades
As catacombs
We yowl noisily.

Verily, this season
Breathes immortally
For its psychic current.
  • Peniel Gifted is a young Nigerian poet and writer. She has great enthusiasm for reading, writing and learning and also an adroit lover of nature and God's word.

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