Where I See The Beginning Of A Sunny Winter-Day Poem by Gert Strydom

In the garden resounds the call of a boubou shrike
where I am longing just as he for his mate en intense for you
and the icy wind trembles in every blade of grass,

move through the Oak trees and the long bulrush
where I see the starting of a sunny winter's day.
In the garden resounds the call of a boubou shrike

where lettuce seedlings are busy sprouting,
do hold the promise of life and a harvest
and the icy wind trembles in every blade of grass

but over a virus the whole planet is in sorrow,
where daily I do entrust you and every human being to God.
In the garden resounds the call of a boubou shrike

and without you my existence feels empty and in vain
but still I cling onto your love on a winter-day
and the icy wind trembles in every blade of grass.

That God does still control everything is implicit,
that He holds every life in His omnipotent hands.
In the garden resounds the call of a boubou shrike
and the icy wind trembles in every blade of grass.

[Poet's note: The seasons in the Southern Hemisphere of the earth are opposite to those in the Northern Hemisphere.]
© Gert Strydom