The Trees Become Silent Now

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As the autumn quietly abandons the forest,

slipping through the brush

whispering,

the trees become silent now

occasionally entertaining

a ghost

or a few lost leaves.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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Down by the Lake

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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

It Snowed Again Today

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It snowed again today, winter surrounding the autumn flame. He put on his hat and coat, remembering his younger days running, falling down, sledding down Tucker’s Hill.

He just stood there, feeling the silence falling, even though he was older now, he suddenly had an idea, involving a trashcan lid and the thrill of sliding down – Grandma’s Mountain.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

In the Softness of the Autumn Sun

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In the softness of the autumn sun, a quiet returns

to our hearts

an in between, a season

of twilight, of dreaming

where we remember gathering, holding onto,

yet a time of resting

to cease from striving,

even blankets wrapping us

in a feeling of safety, letting go

trusting the arms,

trusting the smile

of our lover

and the smell of apples

bringing wholeness

in the twilight.

We drift off again.

Autumn.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies