Maple Leaves Reaching for the Sky

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As I was carried in the wind, up and over the far side of the ridge

the smell of Christmas brushed my skin, in the swaying

of pine trees

with maple leaves watching

reaching for the sky.

The mountains embraced, the sun today.

      

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The Summer Lake

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In the heat of summer, the lake often calls to artists and dreamers

in the coolness of water,

and the explosion of green.

And sometimes…. even prayers

are sculpted,

given shape, given light,

flowing through our hearts and escaping.

    

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The Mystery of You

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When we are talking, and I look at your hair,

the mystery deepens.

How can the world be in

a few strands, of black and grey,

with a little bit of brown?

How can one set of eyes, hold

so many answers, give so many clues,

so that the world makes sense?

I wonder,

how can skin be so soft,

so intoxicating,

so exhilarating, when I hold you?

Listening to you breathe,

hearing your heart,

50+ years, and still holding the fire,

still climbing mountains,

still conquering galaxies,

how do you do it?

May I always be worthy,

of your love.

 

Note: Originally posted April 15, 2015

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There Will Always Be Flowers

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In spite of the darkness, there will always be flowers

that bring us joy,

we will always smile, when our lover does too,

and we will always rejoice

when a cancer patient

survives.

There will always be light, there will always

be love,

and there will always be joy,

even peace

so wonderfully,

in spite of the darkness.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Chiseled

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My Love, you took my iron, and turned it into gold,

a soft chisel, shaping and cutting away my roughness

and for the first time I could see the healing

the light so beautiful, and after these years

of river bending, your hand now reaching

towards my head, touching gently

and covering me, with your prayers,

I am finally, one.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies