There Is A Day In April Poem by Gert Strydom

There is a day in April when autumn
truly sets in, when fallen leaves
smells like mould and loam,
when trees are stripped skeleton.

When windless the sun is still somewhat hot,
and there are only touches of clouds
here and there hanging like fingerprints
in an open clear sky.

Its then that the fear of death,
the fear of the winter’s helplessness,
the coming cold sets in,
even before it truly begins.