Her Future Glory


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.


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Note: From my archives.

Quiet Mist


I like to watch the mist roll in, covering the mountains, and rain

wrapping around a cool fall day, tapping gently on our roof

it all reminds me somehow that water brings life

unhindered, and that quiet times

can wash us, taking away

our noise.


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As the Waterfalls Freeze


As the waterfalls freeze in the mountains there is no sorrow,

no lamenting over what we once had, only the waiting

for a new sun, as our attention turns indoors,

to apple pies with ice cream, and

the holidays with family,

slowly rising

on the horizon.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

The Early Autumn Light


When we are pressed on every side, wondering where the light is

we can press even further into the autumn, and beyond by absorbing

the colors, simply walking in the yellow, slowly blended

with green, while orange and red, wait to be born.

We can draw comfort that we

are wrapped in the colors

of the early autumn light

and that restoration

usually comes

in a softer



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

On Rainy October Mornings


In our robes, with steaming cups of hot chocolate,

waiting for the sky to clear, watching and talking softly.

When we do see the first rays of light appear,

we rush to the closet for jeans, sweatshirts, boots

then jackets. Should we pick apples, or go to

the pumpkin fields? I love you

in that floppy hat!


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies