Observations
The shapes of silence
an empty doorway
an open window
at which no one is seen
the shadow of an oak tree
that does not stir
the trail of space
that a cat leaves
behind it as it ambles
across a garden
or wanders along
an abandoned path
alongside the railway
or a blackbird
or perhaps a crow
pecking at recently
ploughed soil
or as the day
dissolves into night
a pine forest engulfed
in darkness
the air tinder dry
and a sense
of expectation
of a tale
about to be told
John Lyons