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almost gone
the clover died
in one last dream
of heaven
and wrapped his chilly legs
around a sigh
waiting
as the autumn winds
were blown across his cap
and dried into
a fated hesitation
of one more time
of wishes blown
summer to his side
and gathered round his wools
for wandering
left to lie
in pastures
where the cattle know
his name –
stars are set
into the face of god
. . .
tornadoday 
very nice words, as usual. Was this inspired by the seasons and the constant motion of the Earth? Very well done all the same 🙂
Thank you, Nathan. Actually, just by the perpetual season of breath. 🙂 Thank you so much! ~ Love ever, Bobbie
The imagery in this one…
I particularly liked “and wrapped his chilly legs/around a sigh”…Something so intangible, yet imaginative.
There is so much beauty and bliss in the environment around us.
Yes there is, Nessa. Eternity pools in the morning dew, and life is remembered whole in the skin of a cedar. Such a sweet beautiful amazing world! Thank you so much. ~ My love, Bobbie
Amazing work Bobbie ~ everything is fleeting and nature is always in transition ~ wonderful poetry my dear friend!
I loved the ending ~
“stars are set
into the face of god” ~
beautiful!
x RL
As did I, Robyn. In some ways, that’s where this started….. Nature is forever changing and forever the same. There lies the truth of love – that which changes us but doesn’t. Thank you so much! I hope you are doing well back at home. ~ Love, Bobbie