Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

During The Days Of Winter


geraniums, roses and snapdragons
are flowering
and even the begonias
which are sheltered on some shelves
make their flower cups
and there is an unexpected beauty
to our perennial garden
as if forever some flowers are blooming
while the hoopoe, some doves,
weavers and sparrows
are continually visiting
and there is laughter in your eyes
and a kind of expectation
while you plant new seedlings.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 11, 2013

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