As the Sun Slipped Down

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She said, “Hold me….”

“Just hold me…..”

So I brought her in close

as the sun slipped down…..

through the trees.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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My Love

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When she began loving me, it was like I suddenly understood,

everything made sense somehow.

I could trust her and be real

more importantly, her love allowed me to be

who I always wanted to be.

So even today,

all these years later

I still call her,

“My Love.”

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Her Future Glory

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It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning,

as if she’d been hiding,

high in the mountains

on a cool crisp morning,

revealing only a part

of her future glory.

I smiled remembering

her fire of yellow, gold, and red,

so I breathed in,

accepted the embrace

of the brillant fire

of autumn.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

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