23 Sunday Dec 2012
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christmas, family, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, mistletoe, nature, old maps, postmark, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom
swayed beneath
the mistletoe
my daddy brought me
Sunday –
was wound atop
a cedar tree
and rescued by his bow
was not a place
for ribbons
just the scent
of something magic
a life so sure
of living
would find in me
a kiss
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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As Always Bobbi, Wonderful Poetry!! Merry Christmas 🙂
Thank you, dearest Cynthia. I am so glad you enjoyed this. Here’s hoping your Christmas is filled with all the things that make your heart dance! ~ Love to you, Bobbie
As the sun returns …
a druid mystery
this berry woven
by time and temper
holding its rhyme
until another
eon has passed
eternal passing
moments in time
there stood another
heart fall beyond
destiny listens
’twas never-mind
courses or curses
breath falls to stone
blends into ever
coming to find
colors of cardinals
contrasted in snow
wherever ice falls
sun rays remain
far in the ether
thought ever will
creating new life
love’s sweet refrain
Sending you this simple gift for a Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year
– Peter
Thank you, Peter. May your Christmas be filled with wonder, ~ and the new year, with joy beyond your ability to dream. ~ Much love, Bobbie
we don’t have this tradition here in India…
but it does sound like fun…
nice one.
Maybe it’s a tradition you should start…… 🙂 Thank you so much, my friend. ~ Much love, Bobbie
…………. ~X~ (under the mistletoe)…………
Christmas hugs…
Paul
Thank you, dearest Paul. xo back…. Merry Christmas! ~ Love, me
A pricless poem with an image that will be endless forever in it’s exquisite beauty! Merry Christmas! Much love to you always…Bobbie!