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stay the winter
share my bed –
to linger past the memory
of snowy blankets
melting all around
tempt me not
the taking leave –
stay to greet the spring
choose me
but for longing
unconfessed
stay the time
of silent speaking
dusted smiles
and rhyme –
hours without thought
to say a thing
solitaire and I don’t care
where tomorrow goes
an abandoned well
will stories tell
the same
stay the right
for wronging –
let the candles burn
lean into the marrow
of surprise
smoke rings
rise familiar
as storm clouds from the east
lightning strikes
reflection to your eyes
stay the want
for wilderness –
the forest of my fears
has pushed beyond
the borders of my breath
stay the will
for one more day
pull the blankets ‘round
listen as december
melts away
. . .
tornadoday 
Your words warm the heart in the midst of winters cold. You are a passionate and gentle cup of hot chocolate that melts one soul. The embrace of your words spreads joy thoughout the whole of me leaving a lasting smile. Always so very beautiful to wake up and read one of your lovely poems…it gives a great start to my day. Awesome poem and soothing image Bobbie!
Thank you, dearest Wendell………. I’m so glad you know that place. ~ Love to you always, Bobbie
nice 🙂
stay the shallow, stay the meek
jealousy I no longer keep
stay because you want to
because you’re helpless
stay the wild and passionate
speak and share secrets
stay alive, stay affectionate
rooted in our time
Indeed, dear Vimal. That these words inspire such beauty in yours is a blessing to me. Thank you……. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Sounds like you have company! Another beautiful poem. James. 🙂
James, I think that is the one most amazing thing about being a poet (but hopefully more about being human) – if another feels it, I feel it. I don’t have to know, to KNOW. A poet always has company! ~ Love you, Bobbie
I love the tenderness of this poem, the warmth in the middle of the cold of winter. Love, Dee
Yes! That’s it………the warmth of home……the familiar comfort of love. Thank you, sweet Dee. ~ Love, Bobbie
This cabin’s warmth holds fast the beating heart,
till fallow yields once more to light.
Your words bewitch, soft siren!
smiles
e
……as do yours, kind sir. Thank you, Eric. ~ Love, Bobbie
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Come and Enjoy This!!!
Wow! What an Awesome pome, My Dear!! I so loved this!!!
Chuck 😊🎁💕🌹