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somewhere
a crush of hummingbirds
press into a garden
unsure the source
would urge them to remain
where promise
swirls in marigold
tulip trees and ivy
hovers long above a kiss
a guitar without strings
a dress of lace
to first communion
swells beneath the dew’s caress
what longing undiscovered
beats on scarlet wings
with sweetest contemplation
the path
of certain pleausre
in moments undecided
and kept as yesterday
where I shall find
another life
of times I can’t remember
the lure of honeysuckle
ten thousand miles
from home
tornadoday 
life on the wing 😉 xoxo
………..ahhh, Jeannie, at least once a week I dream of flying………….. 🙂 Thank you. Love you, Bobbie xxoo
A poem that energizes the soul and mind with the images of its message! I felt like i was in a beautiful field or forest just enjoying nature on a lazy afternoon! Beautiful poem!
Thank you, Wendell…………. I am so glad you liked this………. Love, Bobbie
Scarlet wings and honeysuckle and tulip trees and marigolds during that age of First Communions populate the dreams of so many of our first crushes, don’t they?
Nature knew our song long before we could hear……… Thank you, Rose. ~ My love to you, Bobbie
Lovely, a beautiful journey, I loved “the lure of honeysuckle ten thousand miles from home”. such a sensational image and thought. Love, Linda
Dearest Linda, I’ve always been intrigued by the things that nature knows (that nature can teach us). Birds fly thousands of mile in the dark to find a home they only knew once; salmon swim upstream against all odds but for one chance to recreate. Love swims in the coldest streams and breathes across the warmest sands. It often seems that human beings are the only ones who can’t understand a word. 🙂 Thank you, Linda. ~ Love you, Bobbie