It's As If The First Seedlings Are Arising (Villanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

My babe, it's as if the first seedlings are arising
while from the earth the mystery of life is seen
and soon it will be the most beautiful spring

but in all of this locked-down you I am missing
and life has changed from what it has been.
My babe, it's as if the first seedlings are arising

and nothing of this state-control is surprising,
while now everything hangs somewhere in between
and soon it will be the most beautiful spring,

while our sincere love still remains uncompromising
and to be with you again I am very keen.
My babe, it's as if the first seedlings are arising.

Nothing can the impact of the virus be minimising
but outside the small stems are already green
and soon it will be the most beautiful spring,

while outside a myriad of birds do flutter and sing
and the sun shines with a much brighter whiter sheen.
My babe, it's as if the first seedlings are arising
and soon it will be the most beautiful spring.

[Poet's note: The seasons in the Southern Hemisphere of the earth are opposite to those in the Northern Hemisphere.]
© Gert Strydom