In The Depths Of A Grim Winter (Cavatina) Poem by Gert Strydom

In The Depths Of A Grim Winter (Cavatina)



In the depths of a grim winter when life
felt desolate
there was a fluttering, a twittering
at the front gate
when chilly the wind rocked the big trees;
I could not wait
to go to look and see what made that sound
and a little weaver sang to all around.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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