African September Poem by Gert Strydom

Dawn now wakes me earlier each morning,
bringing light at a time
where a month a go there was only night
with a chilly breeze

and where the darkness
were like a blanket
spread wide over the garden, the houses
of the suburb
I now see the horizon getting grey
with the sun sneaking
slowly over it

and sometimes when I wake up
a little bit later
and pull the thick curtains open
and its already a bright sunny day
with a sweet freshness breezing in.