Winter Rain - Poem by Gert Strydom
She comes as an uninvited guest
when she’s expected less
and in times of the year’s
she falls like icicles
out of a grey winter sky.
Her coming when the faded earth
is at its bare rest
with stripped trees
and yellowed grass
and bare patches
where flowers should be;
vexes me, as nothing rise when she falls
and just more chill follows her drops.
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