The Healing of the Cold Air

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As the leaves fly, high up on the ridge, swirling

in late autumn, the bears within

our spirits, lose their hold,

claws releasing

as a oneness returns pulling us

back into peace,

with the smell pine trees

and the healing of the cold air.

We can walk even further now.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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My Photographs

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Now you might wonder why do I use his own photos? Well, that’s easy, there are two reasons really. One, is that it’s much easier and faster!

I remember starting out blogging, and searching for hours for just the right picture, to go with a piece of fiction, or a poem. And I realized I could write a lot more, and have a lot more time for everything, if I used what I already had. I can also find my own photos easily.

And to be honest I’ve always loved photography. I have thousands of photos from different devices, though I’m not a professional. So, part of my walking hobby is to go into nature and photograph what I find.

I have also found that I can start with a photograph, and write a poem around it! So cool!

So, it works well for me. It is rare that I use a photo outside of my own library, but it simply means I couldn’t find a match for the poem.

And yes, it is true my photographs are copyrighted, so please don’t use them without my permission.

I wish you peace.

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 Writing and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Spirit Poems II

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Entering the forest with my jacket and a fragment of a poem,

my spirit is immediately calmed by tree limbs, holding

leaves that dance in the wind, and sparkle

in the sunlight. The presence is pointing

to an opening up high

in the canopy

above the maple trees

a set of wings confirms the sentence,

and I know now the full measure

of a poem born

flying

on its own.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies