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come the early chill
of autumn
maple spurned by drying leaves –
there blossoms of december
sleep beneath
her mystery
come the blush of frost
a snowflake –
to seal the blessed earth
ageless as the rings
surrounding –
burned to black
her lowly birth
before the spring was made
to suffer
one more fall beyond our reach
sacred vow of consecration
wrapped in rain –
the willows breech
to stand before –
alone untethered
more by faith that one of time
seeks the truth
but knows its answer –
one more bud
to break the vine
beyond this fleeting
intuition –
hope for one more
warm embrace
before the sun concedes to shadow
cedars watch the night
for grace
tornadoday 
got a nice flow
like a stream 🙂
Thank you, my dear Vimal. Your kindness is a joy to me. ~ Love, Bobbie
Painting a picture
reviewing the seasons
winter to fall
looking not for reasons
just the beauty of all
‘Tis a thing of beauty you write here, darlin’girl, isn’t it now?
Not too bad, at all, at all. Sure isn’t another great one now?
xo and good night
Himself
Thank you, Paul. 🙂 You spoil me with your kindness. ~ Love, Bobbie
sublime…absolutely breathtaking, love……from Linda
*blushing* Thank you, Linda. ~ My love to you, Bobbie
I have a dripping-in-the-rain cedar tree at my front door that brings me grace at eventide many a rainy day!
Oh, Rose, don’t you just love them? There is a sound that entwines with that aroma when the rain is dripping from the branches. I believe it is the sound of heaven returning to the sea. Thank you. ~ My love, Bobbie
Nature’s changing course along with a search for love; a search that no Fall can knock its door, for even when attained; more of its Spring is sought…
Love & Light
Tis the never-ending season of love ~ of lovers returning home to love. Beyond the blankets of becoming, there the blooms of life. Thank you, Mira. ~ Much love to you, Bobbie