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december sits
in last year’s clothes
somewhere in the closet
patent leather shoes
and gabardine
woolen slacks
I hate them so –
you’ll never see me
wearing
gloves to match my scarf
to match my coat
barefeet stretch
into the cool –
boots along the hallway
bend me down a pair or two
will keep me here
til spring
winter winds
my story know –
talking through the window
frost the mirror –
tempt my soul to wing
dimestore pearls
and chapstick hearts
pictures crowd the mantle
proof of days
were seasons past the same
roses stand with brittle heads
bowed to prayer
for patience –
lacey lips are calling me
by name
practiced hands
deny the cold
to cup the fragile blossoms
breathed again a miracle –
as memory of the sun
softest hope
remembers now –
the promise of another
summer rain to save us
beyond december
comes
. . .
tornadoday 
Reblogged this on Simon Sundaraj-Keun.
Thank you, Simon. ~ Much love, Bobbie
So very beautiful…you always bring to life the best there is in one’s heart and spirit! What you share makes a walk with your poems so inspiring…when one feels what you feel and share…they know they are never alone for their thoughts become like yours as they enter the doorway of the peaceful bliss of your mind! Deeply moved by the sweet genuine nature of your post! I always enjoy your words! God bless and much love to you always Bobbie!
Wendell, I am blessed daily by your kindness and your friendship. It is a wonderful thing to know that I can share from my soul, and the words will fall kindly into yours. Thank you so much, Wendell. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
Sounds like wintertime blues and summertime dreams. This one has images and pictures that I can almost see…, touch, Bobbie. If that sounds as though I liked it – I did !
~…. always~
Paul
Lucky me, dear Paul……… This was inspired by the sight of one lone rosebud leaning against the side of my back porch………..*rest before the rising* 😀 Thank you. ~ As always, Bobbie
As a caller of spring, I can’t but love this; wonderfully knitted with the wished threads of gold….
Love & Light
Thank you, Mira. I’m not surprised that you love the warmth of the sun, the deliverance of promises never gone. Love you and thank you. ~ Bobbie