Verão a noite

has fallen
like ripe figs
here no wasps
among the twigs
no bite
no pain
in cooling air
only autumn leaves
in late summer’s care
here to the trees
they still cling
since autumn breezes
have yet to sing
where schools
and fish to swarm
sweet melody
in symphony

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