The Winter Fog

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A really intense fog has overtaken our area lately. The fog and periods of rain, have forced many indoors. Fortunately we don’t have any wolves in our forests, but occasionally there are reports of black bears, especially in the mountains.

So in weather like this, I do not go very deep into the woods, but one need not travel far, to see interesting shapes, even within, and sometimes because of, the density.

Here are a few more photographs. I took these on the side of a mountain.

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Writing and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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I Never Knew Your Face Glowed

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As the light of the sun touches our cheeks My Love,

we join the red and the gold, whispering in the wind,

which tosses the leaves, tosses our hair, making sure we are free

of worry, as it meanders over, and around us we zip

our jackets a little higher. I never knew

your face glowed in the autumn sun,

drawing closer to the center

of the forest, we listen

intently to our shoes

shuffling

 through the fallen colors.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

The Wisdom of Beauty

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The wisest of sages never lived in caves, instead they were captured by the fire of autumn,

living in the purple and magenta, the gold and red, inspired and writing books on

the wisdom of beauty. Which is always much better – than the gloom of caves.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

As the Burning Bush Speaks

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As the burning bush speaks to us, within the intensity of red, even the prophets will be silent,

knowing the peace and the calmness of autumn, softness holding

us steadfast, keeping us in balance, and yet on fire

with such brilliance, that we are left

in a state of awe, 

and wonder.

    

Note: The plant above is known as the burning bush.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Impressionists

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Green and blue, and the bending of light, gently touching

the canvas, to leave a softness, an awareness of a life moments

captured, simply with paint and a brush,

and the eye of the artist.

        

Poetry © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

painting by Monet, via google

Note: My apologies, but this did not load properly tonight,

so I am trying it again. Thanks to those few of you that did see it.