When early in the morning I went outside
I was amazed
that the summer sun
still comes joyful in the auburn autumn
there was a soft bright brilliance
to each flower
and our love was strange and still unknown,
when it turned me away from my own way.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-early-in-the-morning-i-went-outside/
