Yet Between The Two Of Us Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Daleen)

During the winter it had been
as if we were barely living,
death in every dead piece of grass
and dead alike tree we had seen
but now during spring it's amazing
as the deadliness of winter did pass.

The spring rains have not yet come
but at our home
the grass is a bright green
through the fruit trees the birds roam
as if they do love living

but yet between the two of us the life
of love has ebbed away
as if it's essence have got no more to give
and for me this is a bitter kind of day

where your children bring my last things
and the echo of our lost love rings and rings.

© Gert Strydom