by Steve Tanham
Within the blood of life the love is colour:
The lime-shine kiss of spring’s new fingers
The rising sun, the heart of gold
The mellow blaze as autumn lingers.
And listens to the human eye in winter
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Dark path the seeming death that follows fall
Pale exile when the tints have turned to bone
A zero-state as life, slow-frozen, bares its truth:
That colour moves from seen to see to none
Which listens to the human mind in winter
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The green, the gold, the falling mellow fold
The hardening of the ground, the ice’s splinter
The glimpse of death revealed as life unseen
Whose key we have to ask within, then silent be
To listen to the human heart in winter
©Stephen Tanham 2022
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Sun in Gemini 
A beautiful poem, Steve. One to get us through to Spring.
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Thanks, Michael. We’re going to need a few of those! Cheers.
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beautiful, Steve.
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Thank you, Diana 😘
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