Such beauty in your pristine edge

Precision killer of my stroll

When summer’s heat extends

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And pant to unclad leg migrates

In summer breeze that soothes the soul

Exposing flesh to that which rends

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No wrath to insects, bees or sheep

Just to my naive naked limb

From what beneath the ivy bends

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©Stephen Tanham

10 Comments on “Waiting…”

  1. My own ‘naive, naked limbs’ are suffering from a close encounter with a load of undergrowth, so I can fully appreciate your words, Steve. The image is stunning too!

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