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forgiveness, home, life, love, nature, passage, renewal, seasons, time, treasure, truth, what we keep
were seasons
undecided
by a measure made
of days
tis loss we bear –
a lifetime
shorter still
time has melted
here
and I don’t feel
the same as then
no matter
what I should
or what I will
petals lie awake
beside promise
sworn to keep –
an early spring
and one more
letting go
green betrays
the last goodbye
November
spoke about –
pastures buried deep
beneath the
snow
. . .
tornadoday 
Nicely captured….almost….not quite…..there… 😉
🙂
Serenely beautiful!
Thank you, my precious brother.
Was absolutely wonderful til I got to that last word !!!!! G’nite, Bobbie………xo
Maybe you should try reading them backwards………. 😀
Are we not snowflakes? No two the same, melting in the breath of love …
Indeed………the memory of rain, a river, and seas beneath ancient seas……….. a raindrop, a teardrop, eternal………
Lovely 🙂
Thank you, my dearest Eric………… You are ever kind to me!
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