A Wintry Suburban Morning

There is a certain sound of falling dry leaves

That whispers in your ear in the morning when you wake up.

That crisp, crackling sound that you hear when

The oak tree sheds its teary leaves.

There is a certain kind of brightness that hits you on

A bright wintry morning.

It peeps through the window like an invited guest

Who is shy to get in.

When you open your eyes and look at it,

It is full of such shimmer and

Comforting warmth.

It cuts through the room like a cheese slicer.

And yet you still feel cold.

And yet you feel like a little lamb,

Born in captivity.

When you open your eyes all you see

Is the icy coldness of this room…

Painted white.

You don’t know why,

But all you hear are your own bleating thoughts.

They cry like that little lamb…

Nothing like Mary’s lamb.

And yet in all fairness,

So full of life.

Full of hope.

Full of sunshine and the desire to see another day.

So you go on and hope.

And you hope.


You hope.


Frank Malaba © 2012

Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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