Autumn meditation
That mid-October
autumn glow
a stillness
in which the clarity
of birdsong is appreciated
the larders are full
and nature prepared
to buckle down
for the winter
no one or no thing
wants to be caught
out of position
when the storms set in
what eggs were needed
have been laid
and soon nests will be abandoned
but the baton has been passed
to another generation
These days
there is little talk of peace
little appetite for compromise
for brotherhood
or protection of the weak
and the poor
the fit will survive
but too much of the discourse
is mean-mouthed
every man jack
I see how the light falls
how it illuminates one side
casts a shadow over the other
how the hand moves the mind
how the mind moves the hand
to words
John Lyons