As of late, I’ve felt the gentle pull of time, tender reminders that the road before isn’t quite as long as the one behind.
Twilight cools on an old porch, as the sun fades. Violets soften in the shadows, lavender etched by lace.
Breath is stilled by the assurance of the stars, a look back to where they shine, unaccustomed to the wish not yet made.
gather me sweetly
as a name first rehearsed
a line
unwritten to rhyme
verse and there
to places
where grace
is held apart –
words
beneath my pillow
o the night
. . .
tornadoday 
Speechless at the embrace of your always soothing words! Thanks for always bringing to life the blessing of a smile with what you share! Have wonderful and soothing evening1
Graceful, fluid prose…warms my heart to read your poetry, Bobbie.
Much love.
Time has pulled since birth, but we feel it more as age advances the years of our lives. As time passes the road ahead will always grow shorter, until we reach the destination. The flow of thought and feeling was remarkable, Bobbie. Good Night, darlin’ girl…………………………….xo
Graceful and lovely words, Bobbie…