Traces Lingering


Traces lingering, even a memory

of joy in the sunlight

a warmer horizon

and hope



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The Scent of Autumn Flowers

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My mind drifts to an earth with the softer sun, to a periwinkle world

with bumble bees, remembering

the scent of autumn flowers

you and I My Love


in the woods,

that day

I asked you

to marry me.



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

There Will Always Be Flowers


In spite of the darkness, there will always be flowers

that bring us joy,

we will always smile, when our lover does too,

and we will always rejoice

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There will always be light, there will always

be love,

and there will always be joy,

even peace

so wonderfully,

in spite of the darkness.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies