by Steve Tanham
Small white flowers
Rich with life but short in prime
Draw the eye beyond their garlic breath
To where the river flows
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Pastel greens, translucent, which
Display their hold on nothing
Yet are a cup for beauty
Shimmer on imagined, naked skin
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As we, entranced by life beyond life
Forget our fear, to tread dry mud
And leaving garments, cast
Our fate into the flowing waters.
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©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
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Thank you, Jaye.
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Lovely post, Steve, reminding me that I haven’t visited our local river walk this year. The wild garlic is amazing there and you will smell of it for days afterwards…
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It was a lovely, full-sensory moment, Jaye.
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made my eyes water the first time, but I love it now…
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This is beautiful. And seasonal – nothing quite as impressive as a carpet of starry allium in May.
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Thank you, Michael
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Beautiful and serene, Steve.
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Thank you, Diana. Lovely comment ❤️
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