it’s my fated returning
of bark unto vine –
where cedars embrace the maple
lucious blackberry
and muscadine blue
are weaved together a rhyme
no sweeter could be
of places not far
miracles hid in plain view
sworn as allegiance
our wonders to bring –
holy most holy
of all we are due
washed by the rivers
of stormclouds to spring –
rush me til breath falls away
stand with me currents
made dear by returning
cypress and hickory
sunlight and shade
lie with me now –
in words without meaning
or mention by name
til less they might be
taste of these tears
as seasons
pass over – one
love becoming
a forever I knew
. . .
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Line 11 … wonders? Love the mixed rhyme !
Thank you, Peter 🌷
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So many things passed through my mind as I read this, Bobbie. You have such a gift for touching mind, and heart, and soul…… Weary, so I’ll stop now. G’nite Wordsmith…🧡