Courage has never lived in the tree branches,

nor in the brightest parts of the sun,

it has always dwelled

in the deepest parts of us,

 each and every one.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies


I Remember the Forest Speaking


I remember the forest speaking, being lifted up with birdsong, woodpecker knocking

under the watchful eye of the hawk, and I will try not to dwell on the death of the colors

as I bury the leaves under my feet, instead I will look forward to the birth

and the snow that covers us, with so much peace.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

The Sword of Talon in the Mystical Forest


But the sound of defeat finally took place, when the Queen removed the Sword of Talon from her side. By now it was so bright the entire night was lit, which brought more panic to the enemy. And just that quick, the Viscount and his troops ran for their lives, scattering through the forest.

Within moments the sword dimmed and returned to orange. Her troops were elated of course, but Queen Natasha was not so happy. She was sullen, having felt betrayed. As she pulled her soldiers together, they continued their journey to the coast.

She could not wait to leave this place. She would never again be bullied by the people of her own kingdom. She wanted to weep simply from anger, but refused to let it loose in front of the others.

At one point her horse snorted and she listened closely to the sounds of the night forest. And then she heard it, the sound of water running. She stopped, then dismounted and said, “Everyone wait here!” She was so angry she could slice the ear off of anyone that followed her.

It was the river of black rocks. “Was this entire place cursed?”……


Please check out my fiction blog the Mystical Forest, for the rest of story:


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Autumn Memories


As the autumn quietly abandons the forest, slipping through the brush whispering

the trees are silent now, occasionally entertaining a ghost or a lost leaf,

and I remember My Love, some of our moments there, and you –

your face peeking through your big coat smiling

sipping pumpkin spice latte. A twinkle

still remains in your eyes,

of the brilliant reds

and the glow of gold.


And My Love you are so beautiful at all times,

I can’t wait to see your light shining again

in the snow.      



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Something on My Heart


I have something on my heart I’d like to share. When I began blogging I did so for one reason, and that was because I love to write. Once I started though, a second reason for blogging developed. I was amazed at the wonderful art, poetry, fiction, and photography that is within this sphere of wordpress.

Your work amazes me. Your work inspires me. And since I am an older guy, and because I have from the very beginning received so much encouragement from others, I try to do the same in turn.

There have been times when my presence, or my leaving comments on a site, has been misinterpreted. And you know what? That hurts a great deal.

I have never been flirtatious, and I have never followed a blog for inappropriate reasons. I am a gentle, loving person, simply being friendly. Perhaps I was raised to be this way. And even though I am not perfect, I love my wife more than anyone on this planet. She is the love of my life, and I am not interested in anyone else.

In fact, if you are an attractive female, I thought 2-3, or maybe 4-5 times before I ever hit the follow button. Usually you liked my work, and then I checked out your site.

I have unfollowed sites that seem to focus on soft porn too much. Sometimes there is a fine line between art and the too risque (my opinion only). Yet, I try to remain open, and I purposely follow people that are very different from myself.

I have learned a great deal from you, regardless of your background or creed. One of my hobbies is to study cultures, and different faiths.

Unfortunately I know what slander can do, and so these words have been on my heart for some time.

Thanks for listening, and reading.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Defeating False Prophecy


Please don’t speak that false prophecy over your life again today,

you know the one – that says you’re no good, and it’s another terrible day.

Speak life and peace instead, and your heart will rise again,

sunshine will fill your eyes, and you will see

from the mountain tops

once again.

Beyond your wildest dreams.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies