Begin and begin again

Begin and begin again

Begin and begin again
           the sound and the fury
horses in the Camargue
           hair trailing in the wind
sardines cooked
           in the embers of vines

Words are not love Wallace
           though they may be
sweet berries that ripen
           in the wilderness
at night the sheep are led
           down from the hills
feel the comfort
           of their warm innocent breath

Begin and begin again
           much meaning made
from such simple things
           as smoke ascending
or the slow wrap
           of darkness descending

Begin with the seed
           planted in the damp earth
the first shoot appearing
           the tall stem that rises up
under the sun
           the bud that bursts
into bright flower
           and the petals that fall
back to the soil :
           the rest is silence

John Lyons

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