SEPTEMBER'S POEM FROM OUR RESIDENT POET
Transience
I stand transfixed,
Arms washing-filled,
As warm sunlight
Cascades on sparkling dewdrops.
The transfigured lawn
Becomes a place
Where every footfall matters.
Five dandelions sway in rhythm
To the dancing jewels –
A Chorus Line!
Tomorrow, you’ll be gone.
You perform by courtesy
Of the tall, tall gardener,
Who even at this moment
Will be sunning himself,
With his family,
Forgetful of the restraints
Which have bound us
For so long.
The blue, blue sky
Is broken by
The vapour trails
Of one single monoplane,
Which growls contentedly
Into the cloudless distance.
How long, how long
Can one feel such contentment?
What a pity
That the damp washing
Demands attention!
Eileen Murray © September 2020
