by Steve Tanham
We sat, in end of day repose
To speak of evenings drawing cold
And grass with moisture in its folds
And share our wine with crows
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One, bolder than the rest
Climbed high, as if to rise and reach
A silver phantom, caught in sun’s
Descending rays out of the west
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Within the moment’s crest and hiss
What thoughts, I wondered, passed
As pictures, sounds and smells
Upon the waning summer’s kiss?
©Stephen Tanham, 2020
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness.
Lovely!
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Thank you, Di 😎
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The only reason I will allow the summer to wane, is the promise of a glorious autumn!
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Wonderful! I feel exactly the same… no surrender!
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That’s beautiful, Steve. A real gem.
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Thank you, Michael. I was going to make it longer, but I got to the end of the third verse and decided it was just fine as it was!
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Beautiful, Steve. Reminds me of Hopkins. ❤
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Thank you, Diana. One of my favourite poets, so I’m delighted you think so! Best wishes for the launch of your new book! 😎
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Thank you!
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