Not a cloud in the sky

Birds trawling for flies

Summer days that will

Never return

Make the most

I’m only asking

I’m only asking

What does your day hold
what are you bringing to it

what hopes and dreams
what gestures of love

for all the hours
that will never return

what have you planned
and what are you prepared

to let unfold
in the summer breeze

what respect for others
and for yourself

will guide your actions
and inform your choices ?

John Lyons

The earth we walk

The earth we walk

Something pure and simple
           on these cold mornings
when there is ice underfoot
           and windows are frosted
birds singing as though
           it were the dawn of time
which for them it is
           just as it is in a sense for us

we live on the threshold
           of the instant our memories
filled with future projects
           it’s all about what is to come
the next move the next step
           each of us with our own agenda
the marriages of hope
           and expectation
the bones we have built up
           for finer things

there are those who live
           on the side of time
and those who resist it
           those who could stare
for hours
           into the heart of a rose
and those who could never
           see the point

We live within the ruins
           of decadence and beauty
new cities will rise up
           on the site of our demise
but not for the moment
           the rose too will wither and die
but not for the moment—
           love all you can
while you can
           the rest is history

John Lyons



Out onto the quiet streets
           clear pale blue sky
and lower temperatures
           the winter respite
during which
           crocuses have appeared
on the edges of the woodland
           trees covered in dense ivy

A moment for reflection for time
           with the solitude of the self
that restless inner voice
           full of temperament
and belief and hope
           the thoughtful mind
that moves through
           the transparent air
through the barometric
           pressures of time
and space and place
           a sense of movement
through the stillness
           of the constructed world
unconsciously conscious
           a human shadow
unseen unheard full of
           compassion for this world
of particles that would
           split the atom

John Lyons