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scatter me
these telltale leaves
beyond the wish of spring
beyond the fate
where winter
hides his young
memorized
my mysteries –
line by tender line
read me back
to places
I’m become
the way you knew
of worlds before
skies are pearling grey
evermore to dream
of journeys crossed
echoes swim
on silver wings
high above this prize
heaven falls
and worries not
our loss
. . .
tornadoday 
Very good.
Magnifico, Bobbie.
The soothing voice of your words I know so well, they lift, they inspire, they embrace the whole essence of life deep within…always planting the seeds of their happiness. Thanks for bringing to life an enchanting smile and expectation which never goes away! Beautifully written!
lovely and soothens the mind!
Across a gray and clouded sky, arrayed in white, on silver wings, astride her steed, the wind, swiftly and irrevocably, the Snow Queen cometh. Winter waits at the door. What you wrote was beautiful, Bobbie. This is the message I felt as I was reading it.
Are you ready for Thanksgiving yet? ~xo~ me
I am, but already way too full!!!! I can’t believe you said that word (s****) and didn’t faint away. 🙂 Thank you, Paul. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Well, despite all my spells and incantations, it’s here and from this point on, will only become more frequent and deep. Reality has bitten. People are probably going to wonder what “s***” ” word you meant in your comment ! 🙂 Ha! Since no family will be here for the holiday I’m doing the honorable thing – we’re going to a Very Nice restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner…, no messy kitchen, dishes, etc. I like it !!!!
Love right back to you, darlin’ girl,
Paul
I like it too………but could never pass the chance to have some 50 or 60 people I love dearly in one place! No matter how flawed, it is perfect. ~ Love, Bobbie