ruby crush
as sapphire
comes to roost
outside my door
morning
finds a place
where lovers wait
beyond the reach
of shadow –
a song
I strain to hear
a wanderer
made home again
leans against
the gate
lilac taints
the walkway –
where honeysuckle
climbs
to meet at once
a star
she meant to claim
some far away
forgotten here
except by butterflies
a lazy bee
who knows them all
by name
. . .
That’s beautiful
Thank you so much for your kindness. As ever, I am humbled.
Same to you. 🙂
This is one that you don’t re-read and try to understand, but just permit the feeling it sends to rest upon your soul…………………………………….xo
a Sunday morning somewhere else………….a song becoming wing
Leaves me breathless in such a beautiful way as only you can! Awesome Bobbie!
Thank you, dear Wendell. Yesterday, as I visited with my father, a cardinal lit on the window sill………….as if either daddy or I needed any proof of heaven’s grace.
I always sees heavens blessing of grace beautifully in all you share…must be passed down through the genes! You are wonderful!