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