THE MOOD SWINGER (TANKA)

In the sky’s good times

It sends angelic calm winds

Dressed in soothing balms

To massage in-beings of earth

Oh! Their magical fingers!

II

In sky’s anger times

It sends the sun dressed in fire

To roast in-earthers

It comes wielding its roaster

Roasting until mouths cry out

III

In the sky’s fun times

It is so magnanimous

That it sends the moon

Dressed in gentle light and smiles

To come with good legs to lead

IV

In sky’s excitement

It sends rain in dripping clothes

Like bile in sweet fowls

To come and bless and or curse

In-earthers until it tires

V

In the sky’s mischief

It sends down snow, dressed in white

And looking pious

To come, cage, starve and scare beings

And kill those who fear no danger

VI

Unpredictable!

The sky! bearer of mood swings!

Lover of freedom

Changing like the chameleon

In North, South, East and or West

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015