In the Softness

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It snowed again last night, and in the softness,

in the silence covering the Earth

I found a peaceful place

that special space, of the heart

in which poetry dwells,

living, even shaping us

as we become

part of the cold blue light.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Solar Wind

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The solar wind continued to pound and rattle the triple pane glass. Inside there was chaos as people raced in every direction, watching the sky shift and break up, feeling the weight of the wind pressing in on them.

The two of them continued their meal quietly, and she stabbed another piece of broccoli. This time there was more anger in her voice, looking me square in the eyes she said,

“You realize of course the last shuttle leaves in seven minutes……(looking at the clock on the wall) actually six minutes and fifty seconds now?” “And the nuclear wave in ten?”

I nodded silently. And yet I hesitated…….we had only met each other, 15 minutes ago…..

to be continued tomorrow.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: This is fiction.

Her Future Glory

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It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning,

as if she’d been hiding,

high in the mountains

on a cool crisp morning,

revealing only a part

of her future glory.

I smiled remembering

her fire of yellow, gold, and red,

so I breathed in,

accepted the embrace

of the brillant fire

of autumn.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives.