(for Annelize)
Like every other morning
the yellow speckled barbet,
the red headed black-collard barbet and yellow weaver
did knock at the window and did frolic
as on each morning that they do greet me
and for long moments I did think of you,
two doves did full of love look at each other
where they were constantly cooing their songs of love
and it was almost as if you were right here,
as if your image was with them in the window-glass
but later when the rain did fall softly outside
all signs of them and you were washed away
and only the beautiful recollection do remain
of you with me in days in the summer and sun.
© Gert Strydom
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