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