Daybreak, Springs Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Daniel Hugo)

At first light the weavers frolic at my window
and the beauty of the new morning let me think of You,
the red-banded barbet and the speckled barbet come to call
as if they have got already their impressions of the morning.
Long before the voice of the muezzin and a Christian church-bell resound
I have become awake from the wonders that You do bring.
The inquisitive sparrows are jumping on the windowpane,
they twitter the twilight morning bright
and the beauty of the new morning let me think of You.

[Reference:"Dagbreek, Kaapstad" (Daybreak Cape Town)by Daniel Hugo.]
© Gert Strydom