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