peace – Ancient Skies

In the Golden Leaves of Autumn

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In the golden leaves of autumn the wind moves gently

through the trees, calling us

to embrace the cooler air,

the life of the sun,

and reminding us

we are loved.

The Wings of Birds Soaring

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Wordflow only holds onto the healing of poetry

as long as bitterness is cast away

spinning, descending

back to where it came from.

Our best work

lives with a heart running strong

like prayers on the wings

of birds soaring.

Crisp Leaves

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Dry grass with a double layer of crisp leaves,

the morning air even crisper

a sense of summer sleeping

the joy and comfort

of placing more quilts

on the bed.

As the Sun Slipped Down

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She said, “Hold me….”

“Just hold me…..”

So I brought her in close

as the sun slipped down…..

through the trees.

The Sun Delivers a Soft Warmth

Light Streaming

A withered, battle scarred hand reaches into the sky hoping, praying, to find even a small portion of faith to pull down to the earth. To rebuild.

As if as an answer, tree branches part holding their pose and the sun delivers a soft warmth gently caressing our cheek.

And suddenly we know, that yes it will be alright……someday, just not quite yet……but someday……

In the Space Between

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In the space between light and darkness,

as the dawn begins breaking,

there are times we don’t feel the privilege of a new day,

and we still smell the smoke,

or taste the cinder ash

of our dying hearts,

may we always remember

may we hold onto that light

that promises a new day,

always.

Note: This is about overcoming sadness.

Within the Waves

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What is it we search for within the waves?

Is it simply the rhythm

of the earth washing our spirits,

or maybe a reflection

pulling from our memories within?

Mostly I think, we become……

at peace with ourselves.

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