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