The Early Spring [2] Poem by Gert Strydom
The Early Spring [2]
Its early spring and I hear the sun-beetles telling about summer
there are frogs croaking, crickets that shrill continually outside
and golden yellow the moon rises and changes everything to a magic land
but the still the chill of winter does torture me when it comes.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: magic,moon,spring,summer,sun,winter
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