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There is a warm breeze now, slowly pushing its way over the lake,
holding a scent of water and trees, coming to rest
on the poet’s face. He looks up
realizing his sky is not empty, as he reaches
for the pen that’s filling itself
with words, and holding the photograph
in his mind, he begins
to write.
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Before the crickets and dragonflies appear, tender oak leaves
cover the forest
as they sway in the cool spring breeze, smelling of rain
a canopy
of gentle green
filtering the sun.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Even though our dogwoods have faded, and the tulips
have disappeared, we can look forward now
to the iris, and the gardenias.
And there is always new life,
after the old
has passed away,
a promise
that strengthens us.
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It’s ok to fall in love in the spring, or to fall in love
all over again. Renewing the light
in each other’s eyes, dreaming
of oceans, and heartbeats
forgotten, promises
wrapped in each other’s arms
never ending.
Closing your eyes again, dreaming.
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In every spring, there is a summer waiting
which our good Mother slowly
brings forth, with the sun and rain
fruits and vegetables
and some lavender too.
Gifts, for our tables,
and homes.
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Warm days, cool nights
sleeping with the window open
just a little
listening to the birds sing,
as the sun rises
and the forest
calls me, invites me
to explore.
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My Love, as we breathe in the cool mountain air this evening,
may we have ears to hear the birdsong in the pine trees,
the faith to hope, our apple tree will bring us fruit
and the gratitude, to the One who made everything
as I kiss your cheek, under the maple trees.
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