Hazy The New Summer Day Hangs Poem by Gert Strydom

Hazy the new summer day hangs,
the sky is cobalt blue
and here and there the dew of the night glistens
when the new morning unfolds in her glory
and at the early time the moment is tranquil and silent
where only the calls of the plovers resound
before the sunlight does tremble on the windows of the houses
and its then that a person thinks of the deeper things.
In the back yard rose trees rock
in a soft breeze that touches just here and there
and there are vegetables planted in rows on the red earth
where you are watering and unexpectedly splash me wet
and the cold stream of water
does take me out of my thoughts.