It's A Rainy Day Poem by Gert Strydom

It's a cold, cloudy rainy morning
with the street outside lonely
while I am dressing,
twilight moves to day
and in this spring it feels
as if winter have not yet left
and outside everything is as empty
as the feelings in my heart
and although I know true love do exist
I do wonder at the heartaches
which had come my way.

Outside in the garden
some red and white roses,
purple, blue and yellow irises
and orange, pink and red geraniums
are flowering bright
and are happy with the falling rain
while I am adjusting slowly
to not being married
to be able to write poetry
whenever I do want to
and to be friends
with any person that I do like.

© Gert Strydom