
Autumn days
A clear crispy day
dry and breezy air
full of oxygen
So I go wrapt
in the beauty of things
trees water grass
sunlight early frost
the silver glaze
of light on the river
colours beyond
any painting ever made
Sometimes I think
I never saw the skies before
their still motion in the heavens
day after day
sunrise and sunset
so often tinged
with reds and golds
What is happiness
if not moments like this
when I abandon myself
to nature’s moods
the impalpable
evanescent beauty
of the spirit in breath
that drips endlessly
subtly through the air ?
John Lyons
Adapted from Walt Whitman, Specimen Days