At Winter’s end
In lows of March
A friend said: watch the crows
It’s fanciful, he said
But wise, and came from one who knows.
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Far below the nest
that swayed, I wandered
With streaming eyes to field beyond
Where two dark shapes
Carved the air on frozen pond.
⦿
Mere hair’s width from the icy death
A swooping, chasing joy
A courtship rash and bold their only care
Pulled upwards to the virgin moon
In winds that to a human bring despair
⦿
The tears within my eyes
Bled no emotion, save of chill
The precision of their love against the icy sky
A perfect union in pursuit of which
I find my head and heart of words run dry
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Later, as the darkness
Gathered frozen black in Winter’s arms
I watched the rocking of the nests that must
In our tall trees
And relearned all I thought I knew of trust.
⦿
Be here, be welcome warm
Enduring crows in love
For one proud gaze, sliced into time
You had the whole of me
And only breathing took your flight from mine
⦿
©️Stephen Tanham
Stephen Tanham is a director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit organisation that helps people find the reality and essence of their existence via home-based, low-cost and supervised correspondence courses.
His personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at stevetanham.wordpress.com
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Your words soar like the crows, revealing emotion just as they did… Beautiful poem, Steve!
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Thank you, Jaye, and for the reblog.
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Thank you, Sue x
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Thank you, Stu.
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