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words
are scattered
o’er the page
others kept for naught
a distance
– more or less
as once
I thought
of letting go
the solitude
of ink beneath
each line –
songs without
the benefit
of rhyme
white
the twilight
whispers –
her icy tales of spring
tho here
and there –
a glistening
of wing
reminds me
how it is you knew
the ways
onto my will
breathing life
as warmth
into these quills
memory
defining verse
reason
found again
chimes are moving
– words
becoming
wind
How I yearn for the warmth of spring and the life it gives breath to! Your poem increases my yearning as my pen comes to life with words that soon be dressed in Springs beauty! So very nice to embrace your words this morning…may your Sunday be very beautiful, and may many smiles abound within your heart, mind and spirit!
O, my sweet brother, the Spring will be here before you know it (but not before the temps dump us into freezing a time or two)………. 🙂 Love you, Wendell. Thank you!
A very beautiful one.
Thank you, Stephen. You always brighten my day………. ~ Love, Bobbie
Around my bones
the winter wraps its icy chill
and in its hard and frigid grasp
bends me to its will…
To quote an old song… “Baby, it’s cold outside”…, the sun has forsaken us and there the warm breath of the south no longer comes…, only Old Man Winter. ~~xo~~ Me
…yeah, ‘o baby, it’s cold outside……………….but I really should go’ 🙂 Enjoy this moment of purificaton. When Spring comes, you’ll be grateful for less spiders. 🙂 ~ Me