Crown of Leaves
by Steve Tanham
There is within this ring of gold and green a voice Not of the river rushing by in flood Nor of the nearby street where cards of early Yule, like fallen leaves Are themselves passed by, vapid and unloved ➰ The old tree speaks an ancient tongue we recognise The naked and the dressed are what is sung The outer life stripped bare by … Read More Crown of Leaves
Sun in Gemini 