When She Brings (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

When she brings something from the garden into the house
the pots are everywhere in the living-room,
it's as if birds do sing right though the house,
as if she turns the atmosphere around,
while she presses all kinds of roses into vases,
it's as if butterflies and bees want to frolic inside
or fluttering does flap and inside totally astonished
something again draws them to the outside again
when a stream do constantly flow at the fountain,
electrically driven do splash into the fishbowl
and outside a horde of flowers do open
with nature on both sides of the windowpane
and everything is soft and pretty on the eye
where I am busy drying the dishes.