Summer Gold
by Steve Tanham
Summer struggles into Life So many leaves to feed Through soil still cold and branches bare She fructifies their need ⦿ Her power is fullness, often missed Rotation is her pride But neither spring nor golden fade Describe her yearly tide ⦿ A human barefoot on a beach The water briefly kisses He smiles – high water marks his mind The greater truth he misses … Read More Summer Gold
Sun in Gemini 
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