Winter garden

(for Hongfei)

Wipe the skies

Flowers in winter
melt into the sea
when at the edge
recede day’s strains.
Clouds dispersed
wipe the skies
then gently absorb
its fragrant sighs.

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..