A Whole Summer Lies In The Remembering (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Your perfume and the fragrance of rain
have penetrated the sheets and curtains,
you said that I am for you the right one,
and on a sunny day you were cheerful.
A whole summer lies in the remembering
of hair curtaining over my face,
of green-brown eyes that look at me,
of bliss and now in the longing pain
but just before sleep a rite
that you do whisper softly against me,
on the chair lie your clothes and your cap,
I hear your breath when I listen,
there are poetry books everywhere on the shelve
and doves coo at night on the roof.

© Gert Strydom