Leaflines

by T.P. Wilkinson / December 4th, 2022

From the highest bough (Photo: Faye Sarras)

Beneath the arms to gardens outstretched
Scales retiring soften the toes below
Pillows making paved mattresses
Soon rain sleeping is woven to snow
Swept together the lawn to clear
Slept in weather, no cold to fear
My soul descends from the highest bough
When the tree loves the forest, then I know how.

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, December 4th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.