Poems from Christina Akoto
I walk-
And the leaves
Swirl around my feet.
Brittled and browned,
They cling to my skin.
In a whirl
Of wind and leaves
I tread,
As Death...
Caught in the light of the moon.
Down hillocks to a nearby stream,
Where the silver waters murmur and croon
In the light of twilight's...
Goodbye is not the end -
It is just a resting place-
Until we meet again.
Like the nodding of a fragrant rose
Its ruby head in Spring's...
Right now,
In the still night
I hear- the death watches
Ticking- ticking loudly some ill
Omen.
A falling snowflake
Glistening, twinkling glass-
Drips from off my hand.