Her Blue Still Has the Power

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She is so strong, so beautiful, small and determined

refusing to listen to voices,

telling her “You shouldn’t be here.”

Her blue still has the power

to attract the bees,

and her favorite human’s camera

with compliments

about her beauty.

    

Photo: The Last Hydrangea.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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As I Went Walking

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As I went walking in the woods, the light was streaming

through the trees, I felt a prayer rising…

“Help me not to grieve, for our nation –

and have mercy, on all of us.”

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Quiet Mist

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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.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

As the Waterfalls Freeze

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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

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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

embracing.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

On Rainy October Mornings

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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