A second on an icy breeze
A chill that fears no coat
A fading colour unafraid
Of its own transition floats
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From the order of formed green
To the falling of bronze
The collecting whisper
Is the voice of the colder wind
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North of the east and south of the west
Nothing turns bad
Culling life-magic, living no death
Is somber not sad
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©Stephen Tanham
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Thank you 😊
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Lovely Steve.
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Thank you, Pensitivity 😎
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You’re welcome
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Thank you, Sue x
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You and Stuart and Sue all have such a talent for writing such beautiful pieces. There is always a good feeling after reading your posts. Thank you so kindly. It is inspiring and the best medicine for feeling wonderful.
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Thank you, Anne x
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You do write the most amazing poetry, Steve
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How kind… thank you, Robbie 😎
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Hi Steve, I reiterate what was said above by Anne Copeland, You three are responsible for some moving and touching poetry and words. Upwards and onwards. x.
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Thank you, Joy. That’s our goal 😎
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You describe autumn perfectly, but I don’t find it too sombre. There is a weird element of excitement in the air that I find exhilarating…
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Me, too, Jaye. But I’m fascinated by the creative edge of melancholy…
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I know what you mean, Steve. I have lived with melancholy all my life, and most people think I’m a miserable cow… but I’m really not. It is a strange frame of mind, don’t you think?
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I understand that, Jaye. I used to get SAD in the winter, but not now. I find that each season has its own magic 😘
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And all are welcome in their own way… We are lucky to get such variety…
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Thank you, Ladies x
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