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Heavy foggy freezing morning
Visibility possible
Only by headlights
Illuminating the road ahead
In the haze, we all trudge along,
The white dust of the dry season
Sheathing our nimble cold legs in stockings
Lips cracked by the remorseless South Westerly winds
That the sheen of shea butter cannot gloss
Easily parched throats gasp for a little fluid
That gets dissipated soon as it nourishes
And I am reminded of Lazarus in his glory
Who cannot nourish the Rich man
Harmattan, in your finest hour
Will you nourish us with rain?
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 7/1/13+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
Harmattan is one of my favorite seasons and holds great memories from home… I’ve shared stories with my American born kids that they now know plenty about this season well… TY! It is beautiful.
Ow Elizabeth. It is very heartwarming to know that your kids know all about Harmattan. Keeping in touch with your roots in a foreign land is so great.
I felt like I was riding with you. Enjoy it before you know it the winter will be gone and the hot hazy days of summer will be upon us.
I don’t know which I prefer, the hot `season or this cold and dry one.
Beautiful capture of the most lovely season of the year…I personally love harmattan because it heralds my birthdays but not anymore with climate change and all…I only sniffed the harsh dry air of the season days ago. Still grateful all the way, though!
Thanks a million, Charles. Long time no see. Oh, when is the birthday?
Oh! I like this the way you like my snow poems
Frankly speaking you are the inspiration. I hate writing about the weather, you know. My geography is so bad that I had to read your blogs and others to keep me abreast of the weather pattern in Europe and the US.
But then, I figured I could try something with this terrible Harmattan based on your writings and then voila
It worked–and so we share our seasons over the globe
Yay
I was slogging next to the road in the dust with you on this one. Thanks for bringing me to another part of the world so suddenly.
Alice
You are very welcome, Alice.
Very very nice… Great visual and imagery
Many thanks, Boomie
It’s wonderful !
Thank you, Aman
Another beaut! What temperature is it in Accra Celestine?
Thanks Gilly. It;s about 18 degrees in the ,mornings and about 23 in the evenings but it could be cooler in other areas
Here a typical summer day is 20 degrees so it sounds lovely to me!
What! Then I can never live abroad.
if your summer is anything like my harmattan then I shudder to think of what your winter will be like. 
there is a crisp purity of those mornings if it is not smog! i love foggy or misty mornings
Well, my poor menopausal bones shiver in the cold, Trisha
In Naija, Harmattan is also the dry season, so no rains! Dry skin, cracked lips, creaking bones and shivering flesh!
You know it so well. I have been shivering all night.
I am really happy for your visits. 
I could picture your lovely words! What a season, I would shiver but great poetic theme
Thank you, Midnighthues.