Hyde park on a winter afternoon

One of the most perceptive minds I know turns out to also be one of the most poetic.  Funny how that works.

Hyde park on a winter afternoon

The sun appears
On a vast expanse of earth
Solid, flooding stillness
But for the gentle
Trembling of grass spears
And doleful waves of naked trees.
Then I hit the high street rush again
And madness creeps.