by Steve Tanham
The January Tree
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Stripped bare of Summer meaning
Leaving only wood to sway
I wait, endure, while others pass
Along this rocky way
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Your feet are fast and fluid
While mine are mired in earth
Your thoughts too fast to capture
While mine are simpler truth
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Come spring I will awaken
Then will you stop again?
To see the youngest green of life
Drink from its mountain stream
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©Stephen Tanham
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Thank you, Sue x
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This is truly mesmerizing !
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Thank you, Willow! Lovely thing to say…
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