The sun sits low again
And warms the faintest star
The blush of springtime falls
On every dappled hill.
And only love contends.
Evensong
The heart is full
In warm relief
That bird and star
Might stir the air
And link in conscious thought
Remembrance with regret.
And only love contends.
Evanescence
The darkly bittersweet
Now haunts the settled air.
Memory holds
That first chaste kiss.
And only love contends.
The silver moonlight
Marks this spot
Where lovers sought
To meld their dreams
One breath away
From death’s repose.
And only love contends:
The tears that flowed
Across this life
Have made the violets grow.
Gar Jones - August 2016