The Final Chapter


In the final chapter of autumn, we will still be infused

with her colors and inspiration,

her invigoration,

if only

in our memories.


Note: These will probably be my last photos this year

of the inspiring colors of autumn.


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The Healing of the Cold Air


As the leaves fly, high up on the ridge, swirling

in late autumn, the bears within

our spirits, lose their hold,

claws releasing

as a oneness returns pulling us

back into peace,

with the smell pine trees

and the healing of the cold air.

We can walk even further now.


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My Photographs


Now you might wonder why do I use his own photos? Well, that’s easy, there are two reasons really. One, is that it’s much easier and faster!

I remember starting out blogging, and searching for hours for just the right picture, to go with a piece of fiction, or a poem. And I realized I could write a lot more, and have a lot more time for everything, if I used what I already had. I can also find my own photos easily.

And to be honest I’ve always loved photography. I have thousands of photos from different devices, though I’m not a professional. So, part of my walking hobby is to go into nature and photograph what I find.

I have also found that I can start with a photograph, and write a poem around it! So cool!

So, it works well for me. It is rare that I use a photo outside of my own library, but it simply means I couldn’t find a match for the poem.

And yes, it is true my photographs are copyrighted, so please don’t use them without my permission.

I wish you peace.


 Writing and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies


As the Hawk Flies Further


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.


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The Last Wind of Autumn


I was caught off guard suddenly, by a rush

or gust perhaps, flying by me in a blur of light

either a hawk, a spirit unseen

or the last wind of autumn


in a hurry.


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In the Cheyenne Autumn


With a few leaves dangling, bare limbs in the wild wind

strain and pull one way, then another

as mustangs paw, and nibble the stubble

shaking their heads, snorting disapproval

as the snow falls, on their backs

next to the stream still freezing,

in Cheyenne.


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