My Sunday Afternoon

People don’t read the paper on Sunday anymore, do they? We I guess if it’s online. Today I’m taking it easy. After church, and lunch with the family, I’m spending some time reading.

Currently I’m reading Jan Karon’s book, Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good. I’ve had this book on my shelf for years and even started it once, but it’s been like rediscovering buried treasure! I think I’ve now read the whole Mitford series. I can’t wait to see what else I have on my shelf!

I’m also writing today. When I go back and read what I wrote months ago, I can’t believe how many changes are needed!

Tonight there’ll be some buttered popcorn, and a movie with my sweetheart. I’ve found the best movies are usually watched at home.

Before then, it’s always good to have a nap! Isn’t that what Sundays are made for?

I don’t have Facebook or Twitter so thanks for listening to me ramble.

So how are you spending your day?

     

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Ghost Writer

Did you think I was dead? I admit I look ridiculous standing in the middle of the forest,

enjoying the fog, listening for angel’s wings,

but I’m just waiting for the flame

of another poem, or at least

some simple phrases

to be lit deep within my heart.

So no I’m not dead, not yet.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Quiet of Our Spirits

Nature will usually run its course regardless

of whether our wounds are healed,

but sometimes snow can speak

to who we are,

and who we would like to be.

It all starts with the quiet

of our spirits.

      

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Silently Through the Pine Trees Unseen

When it snows I often think about God,

it must be exhausting carrying

the weight of knowing everything,

all the time

yet He moves silently through

the pine trees unseen,

and when He walks, there are never

any tracks in the snow,

only the peace

He left behind.

    

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The Flow of the Winter Sun

When ice flow melds into the ravens’ wings, freezing

and hindering their hate

we will drape ourselves with immeasurable beauty

the pine trees magnificent,

the strength

of the colder air

and the peace washing us

in the snow,

all within

the flow

of the winter sun. 

     

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The Trees Become Silent Now

As the autumn quietly abandons the forest,

slipping through the brush

whispering,

the trees become silent now

occasionally entertaining

a ghost

or a few lost leaves.

    

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Down by the Lake

We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,

and as we pull close silently

closing our eyes,

I can see the fog drifting

over the water,

as if there is a voice drawing us,

and the trees

are our witnesses 

as we take off our gloves to hold hands,

loosing track of time,

staring then

into each other’s face. 

     

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