The Softness of the Golden Sun


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,


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


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