Nature Was Drawing Me Along (Septilla / Spanish Septet)

The whole of summer weavers gathered
violets, arum-lilies grew among the reeds
in the swamp, morning glories were like weeds,
some long-tailed widow-birds fluttered,
all day finches sang a twittering song,
vibrant nature was drawing me along
in colours of green, purple, yellow and red.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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