Late Summer (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Lucebert)

In the veldt with you I did become vulnerable
when you made all of my protection insignificant,
when you did draw me down on the soft grass next to you,
where in the shadow of a big thorny acacia tree
we got the sweet and bitter fragrance of grass and wood,
in a moment the cobalt-blue sky was far above us,
when everything became eternal in a moment
like a photograph that gleams en curls in the waves of the sea
in which the two of us are caught as mere humans
where no stone or plant or tree does watch us
where against me you lie so softly,
your eyes shine bright intense with the cosmos in them,
while we do not say a word and are just with each other
and you do smile and later do put on your clothes.

[Reference: "Nazomer" (Late summer)by Lucebert.]

© Gert Strydom