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were there storms before
we lasted –
and now the signs are gone
scars remain
but not with thought to loss
or changes due
their coming back
stories writ by time
sweetened now by tenderness
and truth
forgiven are the choices
were come the sake of love
would not I know
I’d make the same again
flush against the feeling
blossomed by the bliss
wishing long on stars
still hang the sky
lace is streamed
from evergreen
robins crowd the yard
where morning bread
was scattered from the porch
silhouette of winter shapes
the fences falling down
I sit awhile
wrapped in solitude
a quilted patch
called living
no pattern but of love
tiny hands once stitched
and cursed and made
destinies to warm me
more I’ve yet to see –
coffee cold
but still it makes me sing
where we were
we are the same –
as silence keeps the dawn
showers fall
and there the seeds
redeemed
quietly the sunlight stirs
life in shades of cedar –
witness to the waking
pulls the love
around
. . .
tornadoday 
You’ve succeeded in creating a balance with all the shifts traced between the guilty time-storms to the coffee-fragrant dorms; I’ve enjoyed the time-travel with every shade of the Cedar’s.
Love & Light
And I can’t imagine any sweeter company than yours, dear Mira. Thank you so much. ~ Love, Bobbie
This creates a grand melange of feelings, Bobbie. Would make a great conversation.
~xo~Paul
I think so too, Paul ~ or a sweet slow ballad ~ sung by rockers and rivers. Thank you. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
this line stood out – “I’d make the same again”
i’m still wondering… 🙂
i wouldn’t wanna go back and change it..
but I am not sure I’d do them again…
O, Vimal ~ I’m sure you would. Given the chance to love again, we certainly would. You don’t miss what you don’t love, and the sorrow is but a measure of the place where love lay. No need to wonder…… 🙂 Thank you, Vimal. ~ Ever, Bobbie
So beautiful, but I especially love the last stanza, with the concert of sun and rain, and love dances in the music. And light’s breath blows the shadows away. Love, Dee
….as does your way with words, and your understanding of mine. Thank you, dearest Dee. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
tiny hands once stitched
and cursed and made
destinies to warm me
I love that, poet…
I want that again.
e