Summer idyll
The rich past remembered
strawberries on the lawn
the smell of freshly cut grass
the bushes thick with lavender
and roses in full bloom
a sky unbroken but for the birds
aimless in their timeless flight
the dragonflies hovering
over the pond where water spiders
stepped magically creating
tiny depressions in the surface
nature’s circus in full swing
and the dust of our days settling
all around us as the evenings
drew on and we clung
to all our loves for dear life
John Lyons