RIP André Brink

A Dry White Season by Mongane Wally Serote

It is a dry white season
dark leaves don’t last, their brief lives dry out
and with a broken heart they
dive down gently headed for the earth
not even bleeding.
it is a dry white season brother, 
only the trees know the pain as they still stand erect
dry like steel, their branches dry like wire,
indeed, it is a dry white season 
but seasons come to pass