Ghosts Often Keep Silent


In the mist, in the density of fog, ghosts often keep silent

taking away even the joy

of birds chirping

preferring a silent forest,

yet keeping their presence

their shadows as they


in and out, waiting

saving the scare

for tourists with too much cologne

and clean,

expensive tennis shoes.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

In the Summer Fog


Ghosts shimmer in the shifting shadows

of the summer fog,

lamenting of losing their former glory

seeking to escape……

the absence of flesh or at least

to explain their plight

to a willing writer, walking

in the woods unafraid.

If you stand perfectly still……

they will sense

your heartbeat.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Laughing at the Hawk


A hawk shifts slightly on one of the highest branches, as he listens

to a mouse below burrowing, through last year’s leaves.

A chipmunk jumps here and there, bolder today

due to the density of the fog,

laughing at the hawk, because

all of the creatures know

there will be no hunting

in the forest, today.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Under the Weather


When our body is worn, our bones deeply imbedded with fog,

our spirits can be lifted, with encouraging words.


I have really been under the weather lately, feeling miserable (physically). When my wife tells me I need to take a break, I know it’s for real. So even though I have words stirring within, I will be visiting you less, just for a couple of days. And yes, My Love did fix me some wonderful chicken noodle soup! I’m a blessed man and I know it.

See you soon. Peace.


Writing, Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Beauty in the Hidden


Seagulls don’t glide through here in the deepest of fogs, preferring

to float on top of the water, barely visible. But we must remember My Love

that there is a beauty in the hidden, and so much glory in the less

revealing. Take my hand Love, I know

we can make it through.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies