Gert Strydom

Silver Star - 3,633 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Every Morning Her Windows Are Washed Clean - Poem by Gert Strydom

Every morning her windows are washed clean
and they reflect the garden
in bright pieces of glass
and even the clouds disappearing in the distance.
Gardenia, jasmine and pomegranate
reflect the colours, the beauty
of her lovely face
and every sunny day
you will find her with fingers in the ground
when she prays for the first spring rain to come
as she is a nature child
and around her lawns of green grass dazzle.
She has caught a small world in her hands
and a straw-hat against the sun hangs low against her eyes.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about Every Morning Her Windows Are Washed Clean by Gert Strydom

  • Silver Star - 3,854 Points Susan Lacovara (6/11/2014 6:53:00 AM)

    There say you are never closer to heaven then when in your garden. A lovely write. PEACE (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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