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As we prepare our feasts, bake our pies,
give our homes a warm glow
may we always remember
our own lights within
to encourage, to lift up
our neighbors.
May no one
feel alone.
We are not
unconnected.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Only a few flakes swirl now, meandering towards the earth
as winter loses its battle, green shoots stand at attention,
while in the silence, the sun pulls away
the clouds,
and the last snowflake
melts on the petal
of a daffodil.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
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
The red and gold are pushing further in now, as the green
simply surrenders
to the cooler air, and even mystics
can have visions
of apples cooking, sprinkled
with cinnamon.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Our prayers will be a little softer now, our spirits
letting go of the heat of summer
we turn instead, breathing the incense
of leaves, and the earth discovering
her own passion.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Sunlight burning the fog lifting, I stood
motionless listening, I thought I heard a deer
nibbling on some leaves,
I had blended, unseen
for a moment my heart counted
as the earth began,
breathing after the storm
crisp air taking over
as the wind
moved, the tops of the trees.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
In our seasons hidden
a mystery of nature,
teaching us
we are not in control
of our storms,
and yet
we are so completely,
undeniably
loved,
even in the rain.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
