Purple in the Quiet Night

Purple in the quiet night drawing me closer, in silence almost like a prayer

into a peaceflow of color, drawing me

with a calm assurance

of knowing,

knowing after all….

we are spirit created,

we exist,

walking through our space and time

more tangible,

we are….

brightness in that darkest night.

Poetry Copyright © 2020 rivers renewed, photo from Pixabay

Daffodils Tossed in the Wind

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On a quiet morning, with daffodils tossed in the wind,

and cherry blossoms beginning to fade,

I smell the rain coming, and search the clouds

dreaming of yesterday’s sun,

and some calming

meditation.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: From our house we can usually see the rain coming our way, over the mountains, and we often smell it in the air.