by Steve Tanham
Dragged, sodden.
Dumped in
Wet and cold moraines
Of winter’s angry passing
Last vestiges of icy daggers
Point to spring with
Slowly dripping teeth
Fading with a promise to return
Daring us to rise from mud
And wash … and shine
With the faithful daffodils.
©Stephen Tanham 2024
All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 ProMax.
Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and mystical teacher. He is the founding Director of the Silent Eye, which offers an exciting journey of the soul guided by lessons, inner experience and outer companionship.
There are two blog streams:
(mystically-oriented writing)
and
(general interest, poetry, humour and travel)
Sun in Gemini 
Excellent! Happy Spring.
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Thank you, Darlene! And Happy Spring to you, too ❤️
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Yes, there are still too many mini ponds where they shouldn’t be…
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Yes! An unwanted addition to the landscape, Jaye. Hence the ‘anger’ in the poem’s tone..😎
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Yes, I think we are all seriously fed up with the weather !
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Spot on, Steve!
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Cheers, Michael!
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