The body of love

After a harsh frost
warm sunshine
casts the world
in a fresh light

the southern wind
moves effortlessly
through the trees
that stand expectantly

clusters of birds
disperse and wheel
in all directions
in the pale grey sky

before returning
to settle once again
on the same treetop
to sing to the same tune

And so I say to her
that we are bound
by all our words
by all our actions

bound as one
in the body of love
that separates and then
again comes together

John Lyons

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