There is a Warm Breeze Now

There is a warm breeze now, slowly pushing its way over the lake,

holding a scent of water and trees, coming to rest

on the poet’s face. He looks up

realizing his sky is not empty, as he reaches

for the pen that’s filling itself

with words, and holding the photograph

in his mind, he begins

to write.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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