In the Golden Leaves of Autumn

20171028_150512

In the golden leaves of autumn the wind moves gently

through the trees, calling us

to embrace the cooler air,

the life of the sun,

and reminding us

we are loved.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Advertisements

Down by the Lake

100_1584

We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,

and as we pull close silently

closing our eyes,

I can see the fog drifting

over the water,

as if there is a voice drawing us,

and the trees

are our witnesses 

as we take off our gloves to hold hands,

loosing track of time,

staring then

into each other’s face. 

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2018, ancient skies