Moments of bright moss
in a moment
between summer
and Cape winter,
patches of bright
green moss
surge forward
to greet the eye
amidst the brittle
colours of autumn
weaving patterns
of vivid green
adorn once-drab
paving stones,
and everywhere
along the road
to Franschhoek
the fading summer
briefly signals
goodbye
in glowing
glimpses of green
at the Lit Fest
we sweat;
pens scratching
at the membrane
that separates
I
from
Am Writing
and we too thirst
for an overnight spurt
© Sara Dias