Tags
becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, nature, passion, restless, spirit, spirituality, truth, wisdom, wonder
thunder and rain
silence in one
place I was given
by name
purpose becoming
breath as the first
in a garden
forgotten
so fair
bright as the north
ancient light
golden and silver
tarnished and strong
once as forever
these truths
wings press the night
at the slip into the dark
as soaring
my own reach the trees
graces I’ve known
are given away
lacey white dreams
coming true
…
tornadoday 
AD MAIORA!
You are too kind. Thank you for your blessing. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Your words so beautifully embraced my face, leaving a smile! You always do it well…everyday….you are a wonderful poet…Bobbie!
….and you are the best kind of friend, dear Wendell. Thank you so much…….from the depth of my light. Thank you for the gift that is you. ~ Love, Bobbie
beautiful!
Thank you, dearest Linda. Always, you grace me with your presence and kind words. ~ Love, Bobbie
mmm…seems you’ve slipped from the 12th to the 13th in some different way:)
hugs
Well, I can only hope it’s in a good way, my lovely Mira. ~ Love ever, Bobbie