Shivering angels sigh

(for Shanshen)

Minor dew (Photo: Faye Sarras)

Everything is wet we wore
The sky its summer clouds she tore
attention from the sprouting grain
once harvested spilled autumn rain
Minor and major heat are past,
Minor dew was not the last
From mountains high and rivers wide
rolls winter cold where seeds reside.

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..