This Winter Is (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

This winter is like from somewhere
it has got a watering can
and for days the rain pours down,
with icy chilliness that it brings so suddenly
but you smile where you do lie in the hot bath,
the bath is full of bubbles of soap,
there is bliss that the bath does bring
and I want to woo you
but your are climbing out
do first dry your hair, body and one long leg
after another
and when you do embrace me
you are hot and soft against me,
and it's as if the winter and world does jerk to a standstill.

[Poet's note: in the Southern hemisphere of the earth the seasons are opposite to that in the Northern hemisphere.]

© Gert Strydom