Berg Wind Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Berg Wind



When the noon sun's thirst
sucks shadows up

and, in the berg wind's high
summer tide, heat
laps this poised finger of land

when honey-thick the air
hums orange and furry

and fruit on orchard trees
pendulously waxes
heart-full

sluggish as blurred light

every ticking
moment my shadow stretches
eagerly eager-
ly towards the slanting light.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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