Limbo

How still
         not a breath
not a leaf stirring
         a pigeon sits motionless
at the very summit
         of the conifer away in the distance
posing for God knows what
          : earlier a squirrel
ran along the perimeter wall
         a new causeway
for fox and cat alike
         I can hear the croak of a magpie
but apart from that
         not a sound
The lawn is littered
         with dry leaves
and the sky is grey and dull
         the day devoid of excitement
held in a kind of limbo
         I know that this will change
that it can’t last
         and I can’t wait

John Lyons