Outside Autumn Is With Falling Leaves At Its Zest (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

No thunder, wind, earthquake or rain
can interfere with how to me you do look,
where your sincere love did me hook,
in my mind your image does still remain.

During a lock-down I yearn to see you again,
I cannot concentrate on reading a single book,
people do die; the world has a dim outlook,
and everywhere there is sorrow and pain.

Outside autumn is with falling leaves at its zest
where colourful are the garden's many trees,
calling the rain fluttering is the tiny redbreast,
among the flowering sage there are huge bees,
it's hot as if late summer days are at their best
and all of the beauty of nature not a person sees.

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