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
Sigh. ! Peace !
Thank you Yassy! Yes, I hate to lose the colors but there is a wonderful beauty just ahead. Peace to you too!
Beautiful Nico, a peaceful and lovely scene as always.
Thank you Holly. I’m blessed by your comment. Peace.
Lovely Nicodemas!
Thank you Vera! Peace and many blessings to you.
You’re welcome. Stay blessed! ✌
Love this! So beautiful! ❤️🌿🕯🌿❤️🕊🌿
Thank you Trini! I’m blessed by your comments. Peace and great blessings.
So very beautiful.
Thank you Sylvia. I’m blessed by your comment. Peace to you!