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morning
and the earth is new
come with me
beyond the still –
the old path worn down
two apart
and side by side
lined with cedars
and swells of autumn lust
the glistening lake
take me there
fill me with sunshine
laugh and I’ll remember
this (and nothing less)
our words will fade
into the trees
kiss every tower
with brittle pines and
budding cones
skim the paddles
row by row
ripples wash
across scales of silver
to your waiting smile
mine is the memory
when you turn
an open hand,
to let me hold it,
and the silence knows
I will
tornadoday 
always thoughtful..
…if I stir you to thought, then my job is done! Thank you, Dean. ~ Love, Bobbie
“our words will fade
into the trees” _ I don’t want to be a fly on the wall, I want to be a tree by the river. To sink my roots in to the freedom of conversation that floats by.
Oh, that sounds like heaven………. What a beautiful image of eternity! Thank you, dear one. ~ Love, Bobbie
Such a romantic poem! I really loved it especially the last verse! It was so real!
Thank you, Wendell. The original version of this was much longer, but in posting decided it could do with a trim! I’m so glad you like it. ~ Love, Bobbie
Beautiful images of nature holding the lovers words and the lovers touches to pass on in other seasons of searching and finding.