I waited with bated breaths
I wiped off my morning sweat
I bid the November midnight heat farewell
For a sweet Yuletide sleep was near

And so I awoke each day
With elation hoping that I would stray
Into the morning dew filling the earth
Hoping for a fierce breeze and a dusty shirt

But I saw no dry skin as 1st turned to 21st
No cracking lips and still no thirst
Still no Vaseline or a need for gloss
Like the Christmas bustle, Harmattan was lost

Then one morning after we spread love
After the celebrations about a manger and Jesus
My sweet heart returned home to me
Bringing back nostalgia and sweetened memories

Of playful mornings with little sweat
Of morning dews and dusty shirts
My lips are breaking as they form a smile
Welcome Harmattan; it's been a while.