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cherokee, connection, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder
wet leaves
scattered –
friend to foe
lunas into sorrows
flaming as the scarlet
black –
nature’s cabaret
silken souls
defend their woes
martyrs of the moon
whisper of the lying nights
nestled us between
cold beneath
the dapple light
spun amid the shadows
was come of love
when spring remembered fall
roses crushed to memory
– scents I used to wear
pressed into my hem –
a garden gate
cocked the head
of ravens –
ancient mercies
home to roost
with pieces wound
of juniper and jade –
silver voices rise
into the chilly mountain air
opal eyes reflecting
us as truth
. . .
tornadoday 
I want to tell you how much I enjoy your work. Beautiful words.
mystifying mysteries of emotions !
“… silken souls defend their woes…” lovely!
Thank you, dearest James…….. Always, my heart is warmed by your words. ~ Truly…. ~ Love, Bobbie
So very beautiful to read and ponder the deepness of your written words. Your heart pens so many delightful songs with a tender spellbinding touch! It always a joy to embrace and read them…for they bring a certain special peace that stays!
I love it. And your blog is simply beuatiful
Thank you so much. Your kindness is a blessing on the day, my dear. ~ Love, Bobbie
love the words “when spring remembered fall”… I feel there is a symmetry between these two seasons.
I totally agree, Dee. I think they are twin sisters of the same sweet mother. Thank you, dear one. ~ Much love, Bobbie