In the Summer Fog

100_5694

Ghosts shimmer in the shifting shadows

of the summer fog,

lamenting of losing their former glory

seeking to escape……

the absence of flesh or at least

to explain their plight

to a willing writer, walking

in the woods unafraid.

If you stand perfectly still……

they will sense

your heartbeat.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Advertisements

The Silence Calls to Me

20171018_144726

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