Winter Limelight

Stars
that do not shine
sadness
where no one whines
darkness
warmed by the sun
time
not to wait
rhyme
without a gait
perched
on tropical trees
imagined
songs
by birds still unsung
waiting
for angels
painting
ladies
on distant screens
sweetly
standing
on stages unseen.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..