Susurration: ALANA POTGEITER
I hear the whisper of winter’s breath
crackling parchment ruffles kissing in the breeze
yellows and reds once twisting above my head
now cover the earth like a crinkle-paper bed
naked trees reach black fingers to the sky
the rusty-hinged squeak of their branches rubbing by
With a murmur comes the misty rain
a sighing resigned hush
to blanket the world in silent precipitation
the only sounding stutters
the fresh rivulets running in the gutters
the melancholy song of the grey shrike-thrush
Inside once more in the comfortable warm
with doors closed, lights off, curtains drawn
two cats on my lap sound their soft bellows snores
the rising wind shakes now at the windows, now at the doors
it’s dark outside but not yet late
while the orange coals clink happily in the grate.
Living in South Australia, Alana Potgieter is a veterinarian from South Africa who takes immense joy and inspiration from the natural world and feels a deep connection to it. Alan and her husband are most often found in their garden that they created from the soil up.
Susurration means whispering or rustling.
Source: Poet’s Corner, InReview magazine, South Australia, 2 August 2023
Photographer: Martina Nicolls