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cold as breath
becoming –
a softer shade
of blue
words are floated –
smoke above the pines
lacey limbs
are reaching –
fingers in the dark
thoughts are falling
leaves before
their time
of whispers
I am certain –
night birds sweeping low
to brush against
the chimney
now and then
reminders of another life
rescued from the stars
the music
of their silent –
let me in
. . .
tornadoday 
That really is beautifully done.
O, Richard……..thank you so much. It is always a blessing to find you on my porch. 🙂 May your day be as beautiful as you’ve made mine. ~ Love, Bobbie
You’re welcome. I always look forward to reading your poems 😄
🙂
This corner of the world is more beautiful each time I visit. Your words take me to some forgotten forest glade, buried deep in my soul. Thank you dear one
Thank you, Leroy. Dare I say that my world is made more beautiful by your visits. 🙂 Thank you, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
I liked it. I have no words for why. It just resonated with my mood tonight. ~xo~
Paul
…….sometimes there is no why…………only an ‘is’………… I love those times that defy explanation or justification to be. Thank you, Paul. Nice mood! ~ Love always, Bobbie
Loved the verse. What jumped out at me are these lines, and I quote,
“Thoughts are falling
leaves before
their time.”
Would these imply that such thoughts are but the harbinger of our default future? A future that we have already created and the falling thoughts are but the exhalations as we move to make the future come true?
Shakti
O, Shakti, that was the first line (the one I started with)………. I’m so glad that you found them (or they found you). For me, it is an understanding that the future is what I will by thought, light, and love. There is nothing between me and eternity but the barriers I create when I stop caring, stop loving, stop believing. From our first step, perhaps we have always been making our way to home. Thank you for sharing the way, my friend. ~ Much love, Bobbie