When Warm Breezes Floated Gently

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Holding each other at the lake, I can feel you breathing My Love,

as the ripples on the water take us back in time,

when warm breezes floated gently

and we were surrounded

by a world of leaves.

Hang on My Love

winter is

almost

over.

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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Cross-Pollination

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Soon and very soon the flowers will begin pushing, breaking the ground

and tender shoots will reach for the sun, carrying hope

moving up, opening and spreading their petals.

     

And I love how they are never afraid of the bees, taking

from them, nor even of cross-pollination – the invention

of something new, bold colors to inspire and make us think

mixing could help us become, even more beautiful.

     

Let’s hope they say a prayer for us, as we cower in our corners,

resisting the brightness of our sun, and afraid of the bees.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies