There Is Something Closing In This Winter Poem by Gert Strydom

There is something closing in this winter
that suddenly appears
something sad, merciless, something not earned
which in each fallen leave, dead flower

carries death as if everything living
in a way is now handed over
as if customs, hope, convictions
are shredded in the coming darkness.

There are thunderbolts descending
and drawing blue-white lines
as if the Godly voice once again attempts
to awake everything

while any kind of sheltering
is swept away by the one natural disaster after the other
and man's technological wonders are in vain
while the planet is busy changing

and manmade destruction is spreading throughout nature;
radioactive radiation, pollution and earthly heating
has a impact on everything that lives and animals and man begins to suffer
while extinction circles out wider and wider.