Red and Gold

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The red and gold are pushing further in now, as the green

simply surrenders

to the cooler air, and even mystics

can have visions

of apples cooking, sprinkled

with cinnamon.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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With Orchids in Your Hair

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My Love, I will never run out of words to write

as long as your heart sings to my music,

and your spirit dances

as you twirl with orchids

in your hair.

You are

my poetry.

  

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Our Brokenness No Longer Dances

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In the stillness of the forest fog, our brokenness no longer dances,

as we absorb the silence, and the forest accepting

all of our prayers, our captivity is broken.

And our jagged edges

become smooth,

as we hear the hope

of chipmunks playing

in the leaves,

and our spirit breathes 

even more

of our healing.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies