Summer recess

Summer recess

High-pitched whine
           of a circular saw
cutting through wood
           : the birds at dawn
were silent
           are silent still

The world it seems
           is on vacation
even the foxes
           are away visiting
their country cousins
           on the North Downs

My love sulks
           in blue silk
wishing that the blaze
           of summer days
would pass :
           she hankers after
wind and snow and ice
           the withering cold
to which her temperament
           is so well adjusted

John Lyons

The surface of things

The surface of things

The beautiful surface of things
           life in all its infinite detail
and in all its glory
           the capacity to articulate
to put two and two together
           the chalk hills
of the North Downs
           at present covered
in pure white snow
           where pure white lambs
will graze unknowingly
           in days to come in spring

the rich hue and cry of life
           lived and held
in the conscious mind
           assembled in our language
a world built word by word
           and recalled word for word
just as our love grows
           accumulating acts of affection
mutual and stored
           in the necessary memory
of living words :
           there was a wedding feast
at which the water
           became wine and filled
the imagination
           as all art does in changing
the face of the earth
           in its becoming

John Lyons