Bleed
The people we become
Slashed by our burdens
Dashed by our missions
Embittered in the toil
Rise
The soul of the soil
Beats in resilience
Earth-scented richness
Amber-hued
Glints of gold dust
Harvest
As seeds split
And cheerful petals turn full faced
Receiving the sun
From East to West
Facing each other
Each a sun to the other
At sundown
Aaishah Mayet hails from the City of Gold, Johannesburg, South Africa. She works in the Healthcare sector which, for her, has bridged the frontiers of our shared human experience. As a self-confessed bibliophile of many years, literature remains her teacher and her sanctuary. Her works include Haiku published in the Lotosblute, as well as poetry published by Agbowo, Praxis, Poetry Potion, Active Muse, the Brittle Paper, The Lote Tree Press and Amaliah.