How it is
Poetry all in a day’s work
that brings together
the particulars of life
the soup boiling on the stove
the smell of freshly baked bread
that eager hands will soon break
and outside snow is falling
gently on the land
laying a blanket of silence
and on the window ledge
resplendent in the winter light
a crystal vase holds a clutch
of pale yellow roses
that betray an act of love
John Lyons