In The Early Morning (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

With the sun's first orange-red
it climbs graciously out of the window frame,
we see the day flirting
while the neighbour unlocks his doors,
we open the curtains of words
while the twittering-weaver gambols around,
the wind strip leaves from the old oak tree,
while love gleams in your eyes like the sun
and we do prepare tea and breakfast
while the dogs yelp a welcoming
and to be together there is time
while we thank God for His great gifts
where you are enrapturing and my heart does bounce
but in a while the tasks of the day will grab us.
© Gert Strydom