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soft as a snowflake
whispers of june –
and the buzz on the line
cicadas befriend –
ask me of rivers
and mountains retreating –
nights filled with story
of places we’ve been
still as the now
to eternity walking –
in beat up old boots
the color of hay
reasons to linger
for the wait of hereafter –
will stars in your eyes
steal my leaving
away
whiskey and wishes
three kinds of favor –
when wrapped in the warmth
of forever somewhere
sweetest refrain
for the coming back only
if ever I would –
was for wonder
to share
hunters and sisters
the universe listens –
wilderness swirls
in freckles of light
ripples of whatever truth
we are making –
rolls ‘neath the gate
in search of the night
. . .
tornadoday 
There again is that wonderful mossiness I love……
Happy New Year!
e
🙂 How wonderful that you love that, Eric. Thank you…….so much. Happy New Year to you as well…. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
beautiful said…
You are so kind, and I am so grateful. Thank you, my dear one. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Like sitting by a fire, with a blanket on a cold night, yet being rescued by some warm tea or hot cocoa, and the poem’s melody brings to life within one’s mind a single beautiful thought… why one is blessed to be lifted by such a wonderful psalm, that makes a cold night in one’s imagination seem like a springtime blessing! Very nicely done Bobbie!
As I read this endearing comment, Wendell, I thought of the fire that burns within each of us. Once but a spark, and at times merely embers…….but always the flame of spirit is more than any cold night could suffer. Thank you so much. ~ Love, Bobbie