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Without the autumn
I could not know the spring.
The fulsome green, harmonic
To elegance of death by colour,
Made crisp by failing light.
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Without the winter
I could not know the summer’s
Smile, written in the dance of life
Zenith’d with burning Sun
Born, frozen in the still of ice.
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Without the spring
I could not know the autumn’s
Parting glory, life turned mellow
The going down and rising up
The pendulum of nature.
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We are both one and legion
We are the single eye
That sees the many changes.
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©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