What Maya Said…


“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did,

but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

Maya Angelou


Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies


I Never Knew Your Face Glowed


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


 through the fallen colors.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

The Wisdom of Beauty


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


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



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.

He Browses Among the Lilies


He says to her:

“My Dove in the clefts, of the rock,

in the hiding places on the mountainside,

show me your face, let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes

that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards

that are in bloom.”

She replies:

“My beloved is mine and I am his;

he browses among the lilies.

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee,

turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle

or a young stag on the rugged hills.”


from the Song of Songs 2:14-17


Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

quote from the NIV Bible

The Transformation of Iron


It took artists transforming the material once used for shackles and prisons,

to turn it into something beautiful, strong and yet

redeemed into art. Perhaps we can

truly take the everyday

and pieces of

our history

to create

beauty from ashes.


Art is redemption…. at work.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies