Blood Red Berry


This berry ball, September’s song

Hangs boldly from the tree nearby

Unseen, till now, its blood-red tone

Displays the inner harvest of the sun

And radiance of the soft, enduring sky


Its fragile fullness tells a tale

Within this sphere new life responds

With readiness to live, then die

Red body hangs in space, an offered meal

For bird who with the seed absconds


Autumn orb of reddening gold

When life is ending, grant to me

As death returns my light to you

That hawks should feed upon my meal

Yet know the arrow that I bear flies free


©️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, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised.

His personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at

You’ll find friends, poetry, literature and photography there…and some great guest posts on related topics.