(Picture: Caroline Ormrod)

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


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


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

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