Magnetic resonance
Vascular life
with its niggling
day-to-day setbacks
the rough taken
with the smooth
dismissed perhaps
as time’s tantrums
life calling death’s bluff
and in the garden
the wheelbarrow laden
with fresh turf
a new lawn to be laid
and the wind picks up
and autumn is upon us
with its August lights
that draw in the moths
winter preparations
for the season of silence
the months straddled
by ice and snow
and a world-weariness
the long bed of the river
silting as it snakes
into the empty sea
and love that clings
to pearls of naked flesh
that longs for the warmth
of word-wisdom and
gentility on the tongue
a lamp burning through
the long nights
the random days
that consecrate love’s
tender traffic
John Lyons
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