In the Cedar’s Shade

(for alg)

by T.P. Wilkinson / July 23rd, 2017

A ring
Hanging
Lightly
Grasped
A smile
Holding
Night’s bright
But distant blossoms
Waiting
For morning to bloom
When the smiling sky
Waking
Enters your room
Past the fluttering
Curtains of sleep
With winds of worry
Long subdued
Now just
Sweet breezes
Dare to sing.

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, July 23rd, 2017 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.