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more times than not
I waited
til all the lights were out
and the only sound
was wings
above the trees
for countless nights
I stood alone
just beyond your gate
touching stars
and waiting for the moon
to fall
against my longing
split my lowly soul again
*hush*
my lone confession
to the still
the only chatter
noticed there
was the tremor of my heart
a drum to surely wake
the poet’s dream
lights within
my wanting skin
warmth without regret
dress to drag the briars
miles to home
autumn lures
the afternoon to chill
frost is soon
becoming
already I’m left
standing
in the dark
tornadoday 
“already I’m left
standing in the dark” …but not alone.
Makes me feel like autumn is creeping through the woods behind the house. Recalls times when I was on the farm, standing outside at night, heard the sounds of the wind in the wings as flocks of geese passed overhead and their soft calls to each other.
xo and good night, Lady Wordsmith,
Paul
Thank you……….. See, I thought you knew me better than that. Alone is one of my favorite places (and if I’m there, it’s never dark). 😉 xoxo ~ Love, B
Haha! I knew…, but was just trying to be genteel !
LOL! How’s that working for you? 😀
Not! Better to just be real and forget genteel.
stunningly tender and beautiful to the soul and heart! Love, Linda
Thank you, Linda. It the language I know best, you speak to me. Truly, thank you hardly seems adequate. ~ Love you, B
This poem ticks with its own heartbeat, steady as Jimmy Cobb on “Kind of Blue”
oh……..I love that…….. thank you (thank you so very much). ~ Much love, Bobbie
Oh Bobbie I love this and my soul lifted as I read your beautiful phrased words…love to you in waves xxxx
Jane, I am so very blessed that you found it, and it appears that it was near the time I read your latest post. Thank you so much. You are loved more than I have words to tell. ~ Take care, Bobbie
Nature’s changing course nowhere but deep within…
Loved the concept, the way you’ve knitted it & the painting along…
Love & Light
….and with the brush of a hand, we are swept into the wind……. What a beautiful world we create, Mira. Thank you. Love you. ~ Bobbie
Poignant words tug at my heartstrings — the inevitable arrival of autumn and winter, and the chill. Love, Dee
Ahhhh, yes, the settling of the seasons into the bones, but oh, what heavenly bones……… and what a luxurious chill. I imagine the vapor of words even now. ~ Love you, Dee. ~ Bobbie
…hanging by a thread between the heaven of dreams and the earth of reality…
or between the dreams of reality and the heaven of earth…….. xoxo Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie