The New Morning Opens Poem by Gert Strydom

The New Morning Opens



The new morning opens
and it’s spring with pollen
in the air
and I sneeze that it thunders around me.

I wonder if our summer
that is already butting
will also come so pretty
between you and me,
or is the last ripe falling
and killing everything.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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