Early Wnter Poem by Gert Strydom

Early Wnter



When later than usual
the sun sneaks out like a sniper,
then I do know that it is winter
while the iciness of the wind
pierces right through the bedding.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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