Life cycles recycled

Stood under the old sycamore
       gazed up through the shadows
through the branches
       at the pale blue sky
the foliage now thinning
       many leaves underfoot
their colour faded to dull rust
       with the texture of wafer thin
friable parchment curled by age
       and days away from dust
the green seeds still clinging
       to dear life but with dry
stiff brown wings all ready
       to take flight

: twins
       I thought or lovers
joined together in a kiss
       but o so soon to be separated
in the relentless cycle
       of life and death and afterlife

John Lyons


Reprinted from yesterday with two modest alterations

Sycamore seeds

harlequin
Harlequin, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

Sycamore seeds

Through an open skylight
           sycamore seeds helicopter down
into my living space
           In Egyptian mythology
the sacred sycamore in which
           the goddess Hathor perched
when she created
           the irrepressible world

As children we’d gather these seeds
           and cast them high into the wind
and watch as they spiralled
           back to the ground
back to the earth
           from which they sprang

John Lyons