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a song
once carved
by Creator to wing
flew past
my window
the first day of spring
as clover
renewed to amethyst glow
was pushed
from my bed
by the melting
of snow
lacey
white clouds
took blue
by surprise
as wonder returned
from the land
of goodbyes
will heaven
be lessened
when compared unto this
as dogwoods are blushing
the sun’s tender kiss
our days
barely numbered
to these keepers of time
as falling
an angel –
gives bloom to the vine
. . .
author’s note – this dogwood
stands tall beside a creek not far from
where my parents live –
halfway to the place I grew up
she is taller than she
was then but just as wild
she knows my secrets
as I know hers
♡
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Geofrey, you honor me. Thank you, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
Your welcome 🙂
Beautiful
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Thank you, my sweet beautiful Maryrose. Always, the words that speak to you……..speak to me the same. I love you. ~ Bobbie
So very delightfully beautiful! Your words bring life to many smiles, the radiance in your words shines ever so bright!!!!! Very befitting the early moments of spring, make me think of it as an “Ode To Spring”. Blessings!
Thank you, Wendell. I think it won’t be long until I’m walking in the wet grass and drinking honeysuckle right off the vine. 🙂 Love to you always, Bobbie
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