You ask the questions

What am I to take from this day
with its grey sky and fine drizzle
and a brisk breeze combing the leaves
and a lawn on which a fox is playing

with a child’s ball pushing it
back and forth with its paw
and in the background I hear
the hum of traffic and the to and fro

of people about their business
a mixture of speed and stealth
of purpose and acute indecision
What am I to make of these hours
and minutes before nightfall

before the blossom gives way
to fruit and prayers are answered
and summer descends with its promise
of beauty and peace and endless love

John Lyons

What if this is so

There is a time too
           for silence
to live in the moment
           to observe and to appreciate
how wordlessly the world
           articulates its beauty
and how love between
           two people does not always
require verbal expression
           Sometimes the words
are mere obfuscation
           an interference that disturbs
the communication of feelings
           deeper than anything
the teeth tongue and lips
           can express

John Lyons