by Steve Tanham
From somewhere overhead In the tree beneath which I was Eating Kendal Creamy cheese And coffee Sharing the cheese with the collie You took flight, bounced with percussion And – unlikey, I know – remained atop See! Good job I’d finished Or our worlds would not Have intersected… They’ll never believe you Either Back at the base… ©Stephen Tanham
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by Steve Tanham
With gentle care, my drunken head Is upwards tilted, facing Sun I glimpse pale gold in summer’s field To trace, already, winter’s dread As hues of autumn’s failing now revealed ➰ Too soon! Unready heart implores! But she, intent and moistened scent Upon the harvest’s fulsome bliss Inscribes my name on deeper lands- Baptising wordsmith with her kiss ➰ This is my chosen task–her … Read More Mellow, then Naked
Sun in Gemini 
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