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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom
destiny sleeps
in sheets of november
a provision
of summers long passed
bested in shades –
a blush yet becoming
the same as was once
you saw me
this way
kissed by the shadows
and left
on the morning
wanting for nothing
but another first time
returning as blossom
unremembered
to falling
as thistle to reason –
longing divine
let me to find you
when snow
bends the cedars
as wintertime warmed
to a place
by my name
take of my always
one more hereafter
sleep where I’m dreaming
with memories
of may
. . .
The last stanza ❤️❤️❤️ you write beautifully, Bobbie. ☺️
Thank you, Julia. You humble me with your kindness. Always love to you.
Very embracing…your words…beautifully done Bobbie! Hugs!
❤
Exquisite. Wow
Sometimes, the telling takes on a life of its own……..such that we have two lives……….. ❤
Really like this, Bobbie. The emotion you brought to it gives it life. One of your best, for sure…, for sure ! ~~Always~~
Me
Thank you, Paul………..
perfect !
❤