bittersweet
a lovely word
speaks to ways I’ve known
a path or two
grown heavy to the briar
biscuits sometimes
much too hard
jelly to the jar
places I was going
faded now
not much left
for writing –
too much truth to tell
years
where silver grey
the earth grows hard
when for a while
I walk beneath
stars to shine
the same
as once I knew them
every one
bittersweet
they burn
. . .
Such words we brand on paper, could just as easily melt like wax, in fond candle lit memories …
Beautiful, Bobbie
I feel your lovely words, embracing me deep within…every poem so beautifully different and yet they all have their own unique message. Love the poem Bobbie!