Where Light Lives

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Our hearts opening in the sunlight,

sacred doors,

gateways of the inner world,

unseen

where light lives,

where our spirits run free

and colors shape shift

our creativity.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, revised 2020, ancient skies 

The Whisper of Winter

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This morning the clouds were heavy, hanging low,

I can barely see the mountains now

with snow clouds covering.

A light snow begins falling,

with the Earth waiting,

anticipating

the beauty of silence,

the whisper of winter.

And I smile as I walk,

having gone to the bookstore

just yesterday.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: I’m currently reading a paranormal spy thriller, and yesterday I purchased 2 books of poetry and a science fiction novel, which is very thick and will take a long time to read!