by Steve Tanham
Just before time was sliced and diced
So that the evenings could be darker
You gathered up your colour
And threw it in my face
Laughing
Until I laughed back…
© Stephen Tanham
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by Steve Tanham
Just before time was sliced and diced
So that the evenings could be darker
You gathered up your colour
And threw it in my face
Laughing
Until I laughed back…
© Stephen Tanham
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you, Ladies.
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This is lovely Steve, really takes the bite of sadness out of autumn…
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Thank you, Jaye. I needed it to be ‘light’!
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and you settled for ‘alight’ … beautifully…
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Very true! The trees are blazing up before they go dark for winter.
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That’s just what it feels like, Audrey!
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Thank you, Sue x
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A lovely poem, Steve.
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Thank you, Robbie 😎
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Just glorious 💜
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Thank you Willow 😎
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