Seen through glass

Seen through glass

Last night
           the clouds billowed
lilac and crimson
           and pale white
clouds piled high
           and beneath them
an unchanging horizon

Light late into the night
           moonless soundless
summer night

Earlier in the day
           in a cutting at New Cross
from the train
           I’d seen two young foxes
leisurely being preened
           by their mother
and was struck
           by their smooth tawny pelts
I counted six entrances
           to their burrow

Why is there
           so much effortless beauty
in the natural world
           I thought to myself

John Lyons

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