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becoming, birth, bliss, cherokee, connection, faith, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, reason, restless, seasons, signs, spirit, spirituality, spring, strength, winter, wisdom, wonder
who are you
the winter cried –
as green began to gather
taken by surprise
his woolen cloak
who are you
to come for me –
robbing me of stories
white as comfort
lay atop the sheets
who are you
with sharpened bill
to bury in my bosom –
left of times before
one seed remained
a messenger
of almost light –
December
freed of fortunes
now to break me open
with your sun
who are you
to find me here –
knowing (as you know)
tears already melted
– rivers
wear my name
. . .
tornadoday 
A very wonderful and soul searching piece. Thank you, for being my soulful earth bound spirit guide! xoxoxox Namaste, mary
…and thank you for sharing the walk with me, dear Mary…….. ~ Always, you are love and grace to my journey. ~ Love you ever, Bobbie
How beautiful the words of a departing season. Love this piece a lot, Bobbie. Love, Dee
My precious, Dee, always your words reach into my heart and I am blessed. I hope your days are sweet and your nights sweeter. ~ Love always, Bobbie
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….I’m not sure if that’s a sad tear or a misplaced cigarette………but either way, it made me smile. Thank you, Peter. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Tear …
let us live (always) to the point of tears………and let us dry them for eachother….