Poetry

Gert Strydom


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7 january 2016

African September

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.






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