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bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, magic, memory, nature, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, sweeter now, truth, value, wonder
winter pulls
against my boots
(carry me away)
to plant my dreams
where now the wheat
turns grey
smoke
above an evening (rest)
lives I must have known
are gathered sweet
memories (to stone)
a verse
or two –
(remains of sins)
nurtured by the spring
ashes fall
(snowflakes) whispering
. . .
tornadoday 
this is powerful and so well written~
Thank you, Cindy. My heart rejoices that you find a place within the words…. ❤
Ditto.
I’ve commented to you before how the opening lines dosplayed in the Reader often differ and alter your poems. This one, with its parenthetical grammar is perfectly rhythmic when you read the full and correctly formatted poem.
O, Stephen………It amazes me how things can appear one way and be another. What I see on the screen is so rarely what comes through……… I can only be thankful that the words make for a place near to you……….. Truly.
Hey, I hope I wasn’t being rough. But to put my other foot in my mouth…. there’s also the iphone, ipad, etc. formats. I love your poetry in all formats!
C’mon Bumba, give her a break ! This is a beautiful piece of poetry !
Well, Bobbie, I liked it ! ….xo
🙂 no fighting…
Whispered snowflakes of love to you Bobbie, for your sweet and sensitive soul. ❤ xXxx
tender dares remember us another day we loved……………… You are so very precious, Jane……… My life is blessed in knowing you……….
“lives I must have known
are gathered sweet”
Love this line. Thanks for the beautiful poetry.
As do I………… I’m convinced that memory is nothing more than a reliving of all we’ve loved. ❤