autumn – Ancient Skies

From the Writer’s Den

As I sit at my desk I notice the leaves are still changing, into bright gold, even yellow, and especially red. This is such an amazing season.

And I’m so thankful to all of my readers! If you’ve known me for awhile you know that I love writing. I’ve been blogging for years. Did you know I have 2,814 posts here?

That’s alot of writing! For awhile I was posting twice a day. Did you know I used to write fiction?

One of my favorite series was “Colors of the Night Sky” The main female character had colors running through her, including purple all through her hair, pulsing.

Anyway, I have maxed out on this sight, meaning I have no storage left. I cannot load any new photos, and that’s no fun!

So I have some decisions to make. Do I upgrade or start a new blog that looks completely different?

Ironically I have been wanting to make some big changes here, including a new theme and look.

I’m at the place of say….. a person deciding to either renovate my current home, or move on to a new one.

I’ll keep you posted.

Thank you again for reading!

I wish you peace.

Sunlight Danced

Playfully, the crisp autumn air spun

through the forest,

as sunlight danced

on the maple leaves.

Walking Into the Light

Peace finds me leaving the shadows of summer,

walking into the light

of autumn hopeful,

listening to the leaves

with my spirit breathing again,

acknowleding

the colors

God created.

A quiet spirit.

The Soft Voice of Leaves

The soft voice of leaves rustling in the wind

bringing changes in the air,

sighs escaping

autumn drawing my heart,

into a silent prayer.

Grateful.

Autumn Memory

We were so in love My Love, we hardly noticed

the mountain wind moving us closer,

cheeks rosy,

holding each other,

your hair all over the place

our first autumn together,

with tree limbs swaying

while we fell in love.

First kiss memories.

In Each of Our Hearts

In each of hearts lives the love, the flow

to create another poem,

to write beyond

what have always known.

To bring healing, and

amen.

When the Leaves Begin Their Fire

When the leaves begin their fire, love becomes more tangible,

more real to us,

and in the drawing close for warmth

we are encouraged in each other,

with our hearts

able to move forward,

once again.

Happy Anniversary

We took each other’s hand that day, with the leaves changing into the gold and burning reds,

having already chosen our fire with commitment, pledging ourselves,

pledging our hearts, and when I stared into your eyes that day…. I knew, and I still know……I still say, “I do”.

Happy Anniversary, My Love!

My wife and I have been married a long time.

Yes, life has changed us some, but our love always sees us through the tragedies. We would not want to spend our lives with anyone else.

Today’s not our actual day. We don’t share the date on the internet.

Wishing you peace.

When Autumn Was Young

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In the tree tops, wind moves through the remaining leaves

and I remember September

when autumn was young

and winter

was only a distant memory.

Autumn’s Surrender

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In the sacred song of autumn’s surrender

in the gentleness of leaves floating

drifting in the wind,

our poems turn upward

into the blue light

and the fury of snow.

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