In the apricot blossoms that covers the tree
a black-green starling pecks to be satiated
and outside the last wild cold winter wind blows
but when I catch your eyes sunny full of happiness in the garden
there is an orchard peaches on your soft cheeks
and to me you do remain the loveliest woman
where the frost do devour some geraniums with the cold
while we are sinful like Adam and Eve with the snake
and everywhere there are signs that new life now is going to come
when all kinds of lilies do fill the garden with flowers
and the days do become hotter and longer,
while the chattering of the birds leave us speechless
and like a heavenly angel you are filled with light
while the spring-rain do pour down upon the earth.
© Gert Strydom
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