by Steve Tanham
Orphaned shoots of summer’s fullness
Sway high in January’s blue
Like gifted children graced with wisdom
Defying winter’s hidden fury
Escaping falsely changing hue
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Against the black we could not see you
Yet, dancing in the violent storm
Your gentle tips flowed round the deluge
Untouched by night’s electric harm
A younger magic, bold and warm
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But, come the day when icy winter
Bows to brightening of the morn
And deep in earth green thirst awakens
Then screaming “Life” the upstretched fingers
Become the first to catch the dawn
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©Stephen Tanham
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