Fig Leaves Brushed My Cheek


Fig leaves brushed my cheek as I made my way

to the river,

having seen the invitation,

I found a oneness

in the sun.

A poem was clearly calling

my name, so I pursued

the words into a meadow –

capturing them, with my pen.

There wasn’t a fight really,

only a surrender.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

34 thoughts on “Fig Leaves Brushed My Cheek

    1. Thank you so much Lauren! Yes I agree. Much of my writing is inspired by nature, and the healing I think we can find there. And there is my faith, and also My Love, my wife. Peace to you and wonderful blessings. 🙂

    1. Thank you Sarah! Yes, they are quite large. We have a fig tree in our yard but this photo was taken at a garden. And looking at it again it could be a banana leaf, which is even bigger. I saw both that day. Peace and wonderful blessings to you.

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