by Steve Tanham
Is it perhaps in fingertips
Where poised and ready reflex sits
Sharpened, flexed and keen
Framing March’s calling turn
As brightness fills the sky
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Or feet that on an older ground
Had slithered, moaned and grumbled loud
Now, with bouncing spring and tread
A lighter step as though ahead
A different path awaits
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Perhaps the seeds delight and stir
Where winter’s less than obvious care
Has left in frozen, fractured earth
A memory of delight to birth
Awakening to the dawn
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Or there’s a switch within the head
That says: awake, arise from dead
And live, again, O mortal man
And staggering through the end of dark
Be greeted by the Sun.
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And somewhere, does a distant bell
Whose song’s a clear and keening knell
All life awaken – hear it well, rejoicing
That on your opened ears it gently fell
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While there are those of earth who
Still and silent now
Unchanging, live on in heart or head
Whose dying eyes, all-seeing, stretched with love
To bid you cross that line to be reborn above
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©Copyright Stephen Tanham.
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Thank you, Sue x
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Most enjoyable, Steve!
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Thank you, Eliza.
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