Call it what you will

So easy to be dismissive
of poetry that demands attention
that rises above the anecdote
that infuses words with fresh energies

we who live upon the life-giving earth
who are all part of a vast process
how the sea clamours at our shores
and the untamed forces that lie

deep beneath the tectonic plates
that shift and tremor and how
through fissures rivers of molten lava
pour through volcanoes bringing

fire ash and brimstone and how
the leaves are slowly turning
green oxidised to rusty yellows
and browns and what was supple

and breathed in the air is now
dry and friable and ready to fall

John Lyons