Resurrecting the day
The early morning air misty
and heavy with summer scents
and through the silence
of the reawakening day
come the raucous cries
of crow and magpie
black and black and white
and still a primeval innocence
as on that first day
before there were days
and no note was taken
and in the distance
the tall trees a shadow
of themselves though the sun
will soon lift the mantle
of stupour
Footsteps hasten along the street
headed for the station
to the train that will transport them
to a different territory
and all the life that that entails
Under the moon there may have been
a night of passion or of despair
or of nothing but the repetition
of nothing with no softness
or no caress nor any word
of kindness to lift the soul
the day now ahead
to be improvised
the rich red rose to be admired
and love never to be forgotten
and hope never to be abandoned
John Lyons