The Softness of the Golden Sun

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In the softness of the golden sun memories sway, flickering

through our hearts,

thoughts of younger love,

of you and I

our boots swishing through the leaves,

holding hands

with gloves on,

and drawing you close,

smiling

in our autumn jackets.

My Love, do you remember

that day in the park?

      

Note: The park is where I asked her to marry me. We’ve always spent alot of time in parks.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

In Every Season

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In every season there is joy, waiting to be found,

carried on the wind

as the sun gently warms

our faces,

bringing a sense of wholeness

to who we are.

     

I’m having a wonderful time with writing, and photography. Thank you for reading!

            

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies