Pure gold

How this autumn light
           guilds all things with gold
golden leaves about to fall
           the purity of two white swans
that lift the tiny lake
           out of banality
with their majestic glide
           the simplicities of nature
that soothe
           the aching heart

those who wish for perfection
           need only look around
it’s there on all sides
           and in all things
everything perfectly
           as it is and should be
and the words with which
           to celebrate
all that we see
           and all that we feel

John Lyons