In This Fierce Winter (Couplets) Poem by Gert Strydom

When the frost in a white sight around us everywhere does lie
you do love me while it seems, as the plants in the garden will die,

the setting sun has a soft glare
but there is chilliness everywhere,

at midnight you open a window and talk
when in your sleep to the kitchen you do walk,

I do pull the feather-blanket close to me
and a few moments later I do you see

as you do in the moonlight like a angel glow
and like this our days and nights do go.