The bare bones

Behind us
the bare bones
of winter

Voluble birdsong
buds about to burst
into leaf and frail

Out with the old love
in with the new
when it comes
to her beauty
I’m all eyes

the soul is not
it keeps faith
with those
who keep faith

John Lyons

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