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

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

Mysteries Held in the Pine Trees of Winter

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There are mysteries held in the pine trees of winter, so gentle is the wind,

as branches sway confirming, the healing as we walk along

the ridge. Our spirits yielding, remembering

what we were like so long ago, a spirit free,

and a mystery holding our hearts

in the branches

of the pine trees of winter.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies