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becoming, cherokee, connection, grace, kentucky, living, love, nature, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
baby birds
and someone misses
verse succumb to evergreen
lost within
the yellows glisten
tempting me –
as flame to wing
smiles returning
unknown language –
autumn falling soft the night
raindrops ring
with gentle cadence –
loving lisp
to nature’s sigh
til slower now
the stories telling
stars where once was only blue
days fold into years
forgiving –
past the time
when wishes true
thought not long
the way unyielding
or places I mistook for mine –
tore my jeans
as I was leaving
and for a little while
was blind
tornadoday 
…you are the mystery
the sun that lights the moon
the night that follows daytime
the rose that bloomed in June…
………
The real mystery is how you find such beautifully complex emotions and thoughts and paint the written page so artfully with them. I liked this one a little bit !!!
…. always, xo
Paul
Some would say it’s a curse! LOL! Not really, but sometimes it feels as if pieces are flying from everywhere. I suppose I’m just quick enough to nail them into words. Thank you for your tolerance of the process, dear Paul. ~ My love, Bobbie
you do paint beautiful pictures!
Thank you, my sweet friend. I’m sometimes afraid I use too much red though! 🙂 Love you so, Bobbie
Your embrace of beautiful verses just always sweeps me away…they dance in the most prolific of ways! Beautiful write!
…….and my verses are delighted to do so, dear Wendell. 😀 Thank you, dear one. ~ As ever, Bobbie