Late Afternoon Poem by Gert Strydom

Late Afternoon



Late afternoon
the wind trembles through the branches,
the twittering of birds die down
every insect, beetle,
worm, bee and snail
suddenly finds a resting place
before the night comes.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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