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sweet the skin
forever stained –
with hint of evergreen
where want
became of ivy
mystified
a patch of purple clover
the lull of widow’s moss
is pulled into
the places
we are loved
twilight burns
above the boughs –
whispers roost
between
a shake of falling wishes
feathers wake
in memorizing
lives before –
these lessons to reveal
clouds apart
with all night long
to climb
. . .
Beautiful last lines, Bobbie. They sing to me in a similar way to Robert Frosts’ lines: “and miles to go before I sleep”.
Gorgeous poem, my friend. As ever. With love.
Thank you, Angela. I’m honored to even be mentioned in the same sentence with the likes of Frost………but even more, admired by you. Thank you. ~ Always love, Bobbie
“twilight burns
above the boughs –
whispers roost between”
What wonderful, magnificent imagery, Bobbie. I can see it. I can hear it, and I can feel it like I am there. ~~xo~~
Me
Totally delightful, Bobbie — as I read the words, I revel in the images of evergreen, and ivy and purple clover and moss and clouds. My favorite line — “Twilight burns above the boughs” — Beautiful, beautiful. Love, Dee