When the Sunshine Awakens

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I love when the sunshine awakens on my pillow,

nuzzling closer

whispering her dreams,

I hold on to each

sacred moment,

quietly thankful,

for my most sacred treasure

and the light

of her radiant smile.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Winter Shadows

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In the shadows of winter, bark becomes prominent

in diffused light

the roughness of cold air,

with vague memories

of life lived in green

we pray for the life of the sun,

to be lifted again.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies