In The Depths Of A Grim Winter (Cavatina) 1 Poem by Gert Strydom

In The Depths Of A Grim Winter (Cavatina) 1



In the depths of a grim winter when life
felt desolate
there was a fluttering, a twittering
at the front gate
when chilly the wind rocked the big trees.
I could not wait
to go to look and see what made that sound
and a little redbreast sang to all around.

Friday, August 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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