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

22 Comments on “Somber not Sad”

  1. Pingback: Somber not Sad ~ Steve Tanham | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

  2. 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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