The Peace Yet Remaining

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A storm rolled through the valley today,

as I listened, to the thunder speaking

I was grateful

for the peace yet remaining

in the mountains. 

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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A Walk at Sunset

Beach Waves

As seagulls peer into waves expecting the night to fall, an older couple are still holding hands, refusing to give up their walk, in spite of the chill,

in spite of the sun setting, they had seen enough of hell, to recognize the true treasure now. They would never let go of love, or each other. 

    

Note: From my archives.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2019, ancient skies

May Your Courage Run Strong

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May your courage run strong, even in the crumbling desolation of our world.

May your art run like rivers in your veins, overflowing to those around you.

May your every fear be defeated as you choose to love anyway!

May you be blessed living in the light, taking back the night.

You know what to do. Yes, you do.

Blessings!

Note: This is from my archives.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2019, ancient skies

I’ll Be Resting in My Garden

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I’ll be resting in my garden with my eyes only half closed

dreaming, aware of the earth’s spin

and of poems floating

through the clouds.

I’ve decided to take a summer break, which for me does not include hiding on Instagram and Twitter!

I will still be here, only less often. In addition to trips to the beach and the mountains I will be on photographic journeys.

Did you know that was my other hobby?

I’m also making time for something I’ve really wanted to do……and that is reading, as in reading books!

Reading outside is even more amazing. Now where did I put my sunglasses?

Poetry, Additional Writing, and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Silence Calls to Me

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As my walk goes deeper into the forest, the silence calls to me.

Cooler air envelops the trees

covered by the shade, I turn suddenly when a sparrow leaves her nest.

Noticing the sunlight is diffused now

looking with my heart filled,

I bow my head

as a lone crow ruffles his feathers

disturbed by my sense

of quiet.

We do make peace and then…..

I let the words flow,

but is it really a prayer?

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies