Summer Evening (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I scrubbed red-brown dust from the children's feet,
from where they played in the afternoon barefoot in the summer,
stopped their teasing of each other and did put them to bed,
prayed and shared a story out of the Children's Bible,
at the television watched the eight o'clock news bulletin,
when my darling wife came from the bathroom and called my name,
as I looked up the towel fell and she looked like Eve,
long shadows were all over the plants on the porch.
In the bedroom her soft hot body did surround me,
she smelled of bath-oil and a bit of perfume and was dew-fresh,
there are times that such moments do stay in a person's thoughts,
outside the feet of someone gnashed on the gravel,
eternity and the moment between us did come together
and with her soul, spirit, heart and body I was speechless.