Before the First Snow

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A blue tint of morning hangs in a colder air, frost biting

as heavier squirrels still make quick work

of hiding their treasure,

warm dens abandoned

to prepare

before the first snow.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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Resting Under the Pine Trees

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With the safety of being under the pine branches, I allowed the light

to find me, only with small streaks.

The warmth of the earth

surprised me, and shadows embraced

my mind, as I lay down

with the smell of Christmas,

I remember hearing

a blue-jay singing

close by

as I drifted off,

dreaming of my spirit floating

over the mountains.

      

 Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies