Ripening

(to seated silent eyes)

by T.P. Wilkinson / June 25th, 2023

In caressing hands

The path steep
that follows the vine
Where thoughts in summer
Their sap still draw
From soil deep
Through wind and rain
Until in caressing hands
As fruits ripened
Their way they make to wine.

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..

This article was posted on Sunday, June 25th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.