The smile of hours
the fresh fragrance
of ancient woodland
foxes and squirrels
about their business
as though the world
did not exist
or as though theirs
was the only world :
crows and magpies
looking down
on sparrows –
and delicate wild flowers
in the meadows
My boots damp
from the morning dew
an expectancy in the air
everything
you name it
about to happen
John Lyons
It’s so beautiful
life
the power of it
the frailty of it
the five-petalled primrose
quality of it
the balance of it
how we are always
only a breath away
from love or death
how so much and yet
so little is held
in our hands –
we have words
to breach the silence
and silence to sustain
our words and images
all that is expressed
out of us calmly and urgently
all that speaks
to the heart
and to the soul
So beautiful
life
a hand pressed
to lips or the sound
of a child’s laughter
her thin hair
caught in the wind
blowing across her face
her defiant smile
her eventual kiss
John Lyons
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