Our mountains seem quieter now, the silence
of bare trees, fewer boots disturbing
the trails, and creatures of the forest
choosing to stay
indoors, preferring the burrows
of warm earth, covered
with layers of dry leaves.
As the hawk flies further away
searching for her food.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Rivers Renewed 
In The Light That Is Barely There……from the first line all the way to the end,,,,i felt as if I was there beside you as you wrote…..its all about eyes to see….ears to see….the poets gift is the art the gift of BEHOLDING…..you get it…..thank you……Littleraven….
Thank you so much for your wonderful comments! I’m very encouraged by your kind words. Peace to you and great blessings.
ears to hear…..I hate my quickly made typing errors
Hello there! Lovely and so true the shorter days do make us want to huddle inside 🙏🏼🧡
Yes, for sure! Thank you MichelleMarie! Peace to you and your family.
Same to you Nic 🙏🏼
All is getting quiet and the world seems to go to sleep soon.
Yes it seems that way. And there is such beauty in the peace and quiet! Thank you Erika! Peace to you and blessings my friend.
Yes, there really is. A time of reflection and peacefulness. Thank you and peace to you too, Nicodemas!
There is something about this bleak time of year that speaks to my heart. It calls unnamed longing, I think. I hope you had a Happy Turkey Day!
Thank you Anna! Yes, it was a good day. Happy Thanksgiving! I’m looking forward to Christmas now. Peace to you and wonderful blessings.