I silence the radio, lay pen to rest,
leave my desk for the window; look
at the savanna: metamorphic, mercurial,
a wave of leaves, goodbye
to the outgoing season. Fickle
full fleeting moments
create ferruginous soils, the land
is on the change,
her countenance takes on a new look
in a dull deficient, dry season
like an artist playing with colours.
I yield to the inevitable,
face life’s stormy challenges
as I leave the motherland.
© Josephine Du-Boulay 2001