Primavera

by T.P. Wilkinson / March 21st, 2021

Till night did fall

Two gulls on the wall
Webbed feet in cool air wading
Paired and peering
Waiting cats and fish evading
Wings then stretched, chicks to guard
Two gulls hiding did not call
but whispered gliding
until night did fall.

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, March 21st, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.