Departing Time Of The Swallows Poem by Gert Strydom

Departing Time Of The Swallows



When the hanepoot pergola
turns yellow, wither to brown,
with the leaves of it falling down
and the winds start to whirl
the swallows swish
into the blue sky in a turning flight
before they navigate away.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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