Gert Strydom Poems

in a song that the wind was singing
as past me in a cool breeze it came
and some of the branches of the trees were swinging

and it was as if it was softly whispering at times
...

In this cold winter
the evening wind cuts merciless
right through clothes
and in the early morning
...

Although I had been hurt severely by love,
far too long I had been searching for you.
Far too long through this world I did rove,

but never did I want to remove
...

geraniums, roses and snapdragons
are flowering
and even the begonias
which are sheltered on some shelves
...

It was on a cold winter day
that I had met you and that night
in a dream your image were leading the way
to somewhere where there was a bright light
...

I

This earth, climate, country in 2013
where I have been placed by destiny
by birth as a man among men
is not mine and this isn’t mutiny,
...

I

On some clear days clouds gather dark,
bringing water showers
blotting out the sun, holding energy that spark
letting water sieve, pelt down on trees, bushes and flowers.
...

The last winter chill is in the cold wind
and yet it’s the very first day of spring
with seedlings awakening from their deep sleep,
with fruit trees covered with their own buds
...

I

Like the destruction in the white and black
of a chess board during nights and days
destiny makes its moves and plays
with the lives of men and women with a uncanny knack
...

Today the sun will burn this winter day
brightly open,
and this afternoon when you meet me radiant
I will take your hand
...