More considered
Aromatic
the summer smoulders
the wheat harvested
straw baled in the fields
On a narrow ridge
horses shelter
under the shade of oak
A crop of lavender extends
almost to the horizon
Roses white and red—and pink
carnations and in the lake
the lily pads and beneath them
the shifting shadows of carp
Time moves effortlessly
through the green fuse
flowers in the petals
wafts through the scented air
Time and love for a moment
hand in hand
in the ease of the day
For all things
there is a moment
and there is a cusp
upon which that moment stalls
until time pushes on
and the moment is lost
for all time—the journey
is not the destination
better to have loved
better to have sipped the wine
to have broken bread
together
better to have sheltered
in the innocence
of each other’s arms
John Lyons