Heavenly spring

(Above Hefei)

Starlight wets the thoughts

Winds plough the furrows;
Spirits plant the seeds.
Starlight wets the thoughts.
The new moon wakes
Still weary from sleep,
Not ready for deeds.
Oranges wait to be bought
After the flowers from heaven.

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..