Wonderful Things Have I Today Seen (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(After John Keats)

My love, wonderful things have I today seen,
many raindrops dripping down like small tears,
where in the wind the oaks did backward lean,
while indistinct through clouds the morning peers,

everywhere the world after the rain is green,
with the bashing lighting and my mother's fears,
I was in a more tranquil world than it had been,
where through it all birdsongs a person hears,

while to you in love I do here simple words write,
I see the moon through clouds like curtains peeping,
in a rainy but yet still tranquil kind of colder night,
as if the moon is shy and are secrets to herself keeping,

but what would any of this or any beauty truly be,
if you do not know how much you do mean to me?

[Reference:"To my brother George" by John Keats.]

© Gert Strydom