by Steve Tanham
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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
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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
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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
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©️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 stevetanham.wordpress.com.
You’ll find friends, poetry, literature and photography there…and some great guest posts on related topics.
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So emotional this morning, Steve ?
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Hi Jaye. Yes, it grew so in the telling! Hopefully my berry will cling to life for a while yet…. thank you for the reblog x
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A lot of emotional power in that one Steve! Very moving.
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Thank you, Michael. More than I realised at the time, I think
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That’s sometimes the way. 😉
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