R699 per m²


‘On my walk through winding,

unfrequented lanes,

the air is still,

the sun not wholly ineffectual,

my path firm


A meagre snowfall makes lace of the land;

birds in their branches keeps mute vigil


half in mourning,

wears a grey mantle

and sighs in the trees


The sun will soon become an early riser

And grey skies will go into storage

A living silence will issue a mumble

from hedge and shrub

From high in the trees sociable conversation of song,

will fill this very air,

with the humming of rebirth’


VaL Smit ©