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 … Read More Melting daggers
by Steve Tanham
©Stephen Tanham 2023 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
by Steve Tanham
I think of them as ‘Easter skies’ – that combination of cold air, bright light, and the hue of fresh green as the trees begin to bud. It’s not unusual for April to be winter-like, even though we are past the spring equinox and the light has an entirely different power. To my mind, the coming spring literally ‘shoots’ its presence into the skies, … Read More Easter Skies
by Steve Tanham
©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
by Steve Tanham
There’s a saying in Cumbria; you don’t get the real spring till it’s fooled you, twice… But you do get the sun; and its increased energy brings real life to the natural colours in the landscape and the sky. Below: One of the great trees on the shores of Lake Windermere has a large network of half-exposed roots which look magically green in the … Read More Signs of Spring (1): the edges of colour
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by Steve Tanham
The approach of the autumn always makes me reflect on the nature of life; in particular the way the mysterious essence of life takes form and shape, ‘living’ for a while, then giving up its life and surrendering the elements of that form back to the earth from which it arose. We all feel the poignancy of life’s seasons, but it’s useful to align … Read More The cycle of life
by Steve Tanham
Summer does not come at once Its grip on that which gives it birth Lingers… In glimpse and taste and smell With grind and crunch on dale and fell From frozen earth to green stalk’s birth It rises. ⦿ And in that rising is our eye Serene… Which sees the whole but touches part A joining of the mind and heart And knows in … Read More Summer does not come…
by Steve Tanham
As child, I wandered ways like these And marvelled at the grace and ease With which these tiny spears of Spring Could rise and shake off Winter’s cling. ❊ A wiser self smiles back at him Who knew not these were Alpine kin Which lived for cold and days like these That mirrored mountains’ solid freeze. ❊ But does this change the greeting bright … Read More The Fourteen Spears of Spring
Sun in Gemini 
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