The Early Spring [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

The Early Spring [2]



Its early spring and I hear the sun-beetles telling about summer
there are frogs croaking, crickets that shrill continually outside
and golden yellow the moon rises and changes everything to a magic land
but the still the chill of winter does torture me when it comes.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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