Mostly Love

Vintage Words


I seem to get lost 
watching the world
change retrospectively,
but I love the way
you smile at me
when the rain comes
When the winters are cold.


In endless cycles, we

revolve around each other

through the season

when the sun comes.

When the leaves fall

as if there were no way 

for us to stop changing   

each other.






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Very nice Lady A. How does a

Very nice Lady A.
How does a snowflake exist in such warmth?
The answer:
Happily and purposeful.
An existence seeking to transfigure
blunt and directed
like a worn arrow finding a heart.
Love it : )

"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.


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Blunted Arrows

& hitchhiking snowflakes are images that warm hearts - thanks for the poemette - Hugzzz ~~Lady A

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