by Steve Tanham
Summer’s Last Kiss
When ocean’s shine turns mirror bright
And deeper love seems written there
When crested waves hiss rest awhile
And be with us in formless dream
Then know that summer’s parting kiss
Casts lingering promise bold and bare
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To cling is but a dreamer’s sigh
As worlds rotate and tides return
Her russet hand will still caress
Though leaves are falling, thick and slick
Her naked skin still shines within
The wood-flame’s crackling burn
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The smoke mosaics to fall of snow
When deepest dark encloses
Reducing days from distant blaze
Which culls as much as harvests
Now tightly held in midnight’s cold
Endurance starkly, sweetly urges
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Till one damp morn when green is borne
Upon a tide of coming bliss
She’ll call the rising of the sap
And deep you’ll breathe the urgent need
To be with her above the sky
Entwined in endless summer’s kiss
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©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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My sadness of the end of Summer was tempered by your words, Steve. Reminding me of the constancy of the seasons…
(which seem to be rolling around faster than ever!)
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Thank you, Jaye, and for the reblog. I find it a very poignant time of year. As the years pass, I find myself reaching for the ‘eternity’ of that beauty, which is about to leave, and hence the poem x.
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Yes, as we get older, we resent ‘losing’ things, even if it’s only temporary!
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And that is why we need to press that elevator button and move to a higher perspective, seeing the whole cycle as a different and more empowering, living thing…
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Human nature doesn’t change as fast as it should, unfortunately…
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I agree, Jaye, but a tiny amount of the Real, ‘dripped’ into the world, can change things in a disproportionate way.
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Thank you, Stu.
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Gosh, that stopped my world for a few moments. Appreciated Sirs.
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Glad you liked it. Thanks for the kind comment!
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Beautiful, Steve. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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The last kiss may leave us a little wistful but Summer returns every few days, yes! enjoy the beauty of Fall, write a few poems about its hues, shiver a little with the winter days and lo! summer would be peeping through new leaves, through smiling blossoms. 🙂
I stumbled across a tweet and reached here. Liked your poetry.
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Lovely, wistful poem, Stephen. I enjoyed the sense of peace amidst the farewell.
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Thank you, Diana. I find it a very poignant time. Our winters are so long and dark, you need a sense of ‘return’ in your heart.
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