Cycle (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Slowly the summer is passing,
days become chillier and shorter
and sombre shines the silver-white moon,
while the sun is drawing its hot rays back.
leaves fall and become humus and compost,
while some of the birds do escape in their return-journeys
and stripped is every tree and bush,
where small branches creak while we walk through the wood.
The winter is vapour and thick fog
with chilliness eating through the skin,
everything is blotched out everywhere as if the sun is gone
while we do only know about the merciless winter,
until spring does arrive almost unexpectedly,
with flowers and buds that are blooming everywhere.

© Gert Strydom