Haiku’s Accra

by Epifania Amoo-Adar

Sun rays fill a

sad heart evaporating

into mists of hope.

Forget me not, my

dwindling passion, before

bitter winds return.

Palm nut tree, sway me

in the rhythms of your

tender beat of love.

Sea breeze rides the waves,

cresting, whites up the rocks,

hard surface of pain.

Mellow year ended

in tropical balms; so pure,

yet rude, its allure.