Intense For You Remains My Longing And Missing (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Of an icy cold winter there are signs
where some more reports about the virus keeps coming,
while dove do leave me speechless with their songs
as if the peach tree is full of peaches past capacity,
where I am hanging-up wet clothes next to some bedspreads,
near to some peas that flower white in the chilliness
and I know that God do turn all things around
but the peach-trees are stripped full of scars
for you remains my longing and missing
where love at times do ask for being together.
As if everything continually hangs in the scale
every person outside does have to wear masks,
people everywhere are scared of this deadly thing,
for something that unasked batters humanity.