When The Winter-Rain Comes (Couplets) Poem by Gert Strydom

In the garden the speckled barbet calls its mate
while you whisper and its is very late,

when your soft lips do my hunger still
and in this icy winter you do my heart fill,

where rain on the high-veldt sieve down,
you are cheerful, full of life and my very own

and at the windows the curtains shut out the night
but inside bright candles burn with their flickering-light

and the age-old story of people in love we do portray,
where snugly against me intimately you do lay.

© Gert Strydom