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I’ve heard
them tell
of summer storms
beyond the reach
of winters –
of places where the spring
has gone to stay
wrapped around
a bitter bark –
falling into sorrow
a time to keep
of lifetimes
yesterday
held us here
with promise –
with want for one last time
a life reserved
if ever fate allowed
given will to gather
lest we choose
another way –
beholding not to
consequence
somehow
changing
as were seasons
passing us to years –
golden crowns
with ribbons furling grey
wherein our faith
is measured –
a truth
we carry still
of times we lived
for this –
another day
. . .
tornadoday 
The wheels of life grind exceeding fine
And the residue of our lives lay on the miller’s floor
Til like all the rest he grinds,
Are swept like dust outside the door
I really liked this piece, Bobbie. It’s an unfolding of how time and life passes for all of us and the changing seasons of life. Nature is such an annual parody of a lifetime, Spring through Winter. Good night, darlin’ girl.
Paul
It is the sound of bare feet on a cold ground – truth runs ahead. Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
нανє α ωση∂єяƒυℓ ∂αу.♥
thank you, my precious Laura………. ♥
It brings to mind so many things this time of year, I was in St Louis the last 4 weeks and now back in Georgia. It is amazing how each state we passed through Autumn reflects it beauty in so many different ways so far, some changing colors and some immensely emerald green. We were in Mo, Il, Ky, Tn, and Ga. A wonderfully descriptive poem Bobbie!
It is my favorite time of year………..a reminder of the amazing gifts of His love. Thank you, Wendell. I pray you are enjoying your new southern home. ~ Love, Bobbie