At The Forest Path Poem by Gert Strydom

At The Forest Path



Wild aloes, some proteas grow along the forest path,
some mushrooms are sprouting near to it

and doves sit cooing in trees as if in love,
the sky is hued with a deep blue

and a light wind rustles through the trees
like a new visitor coming to watch the picture perfect view

with the ocean lying far below, clearer than jade
your hand in mine, with sweet promises made.

Thursday, March 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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