Before the First Snow


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.


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Resting Under the Pine Trees


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