Watching You Walk in the Tall Grass


Yes I do dream about you and I, in the green, watching you walk in the tall grass,

our fingers lightly touching, a breeze gently moving your hair

as you smile at me. Do you remember filling our

buckets with strawberries?

And I love the way

the sun brushes your cheek

in the fields

of June.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Seagulls Descending for a Piece of Bread


In our coldest moments our minds can drift back to the ocean

warmer days, the sun reflecting the light to our faces

and seagulls descending for a piece of bread

the noise of children playing, splashing,

while lovers hold hands walking

along the beach.


They say the ocean is beautiful with snowflakes

falling, but we never think of that

on the warmer days.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies