I have a notion

That eons’ light and dark

Have left their mark

Upon our inner ocean

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I have a shadow

Whose lengthening crease

Is cast on mood and body’s peace

When walking muddy meadow

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We have duration

The dog and I endure the grime

Of Cumbria’s winter prime

Intent on silence in privation

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But then…

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Like surgical precision

Spring’s herald of the special day

Will set that spiral switch to ‘play’

In alchemy of healing human fission

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Enduring soul, dark knight

That through the darkening days

Must hold and trust in its own ways

Embraces reborn outer light

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©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017