by Steve Tanham
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Seize!
There is no voice to this command
It is the scream of nature’s green
A rush of breath, a hushed intent
And distant flowers on the wind
Recall sweet Maytime’s yearning sigh
Yet far as can from Winter’s bite
The taunting laughter draws the eye
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Take!
Prepared or not! the vixen’s call
It is the voice of passion’s lure
It is the dare of in-breath’s fool
And yet, its call matures the wise
When leafy eyelid opens wide
And ravages with green intent
Desire spent, no doubts deride
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Remember!
Passion mapped on turning leaves
Soft spins the cadence of the fall
Life at end: dark gravity’s intent
Soft garments torn to coloured shreds
Will lie, bejewelled, in muddy grave
The last of colour whispers wild
To those entranced by Summer’s kiss
Who carry forth her only child
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©Copyright Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
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Thank you, Sue x
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