Once we allow the pain to subside and seek
the cleansing of the mountains
our healing will flow
even more powerfully
and more beautifully
each day.
Colors.
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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.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
Note: From my archives.
Autumn Blessings
In the wind shaking leaves, in the bending
of light
the rebirth
of our colors, filling us
refreshing our spirits.
A new
yet familiar presence.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Autumn Song
When summer does let go, and autumn embraces
us more fully, I will be ready
with a song in my heart
and a camera, being filled
with the coolness of the air
and the fire, of all her colors.
Poetry and Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
The Transformation
And the leaves changing colors, has always been a transformation
for us to seek the light, to be inspired, rising far above
the hate of our world, to give us wings, for us
to fly, and give the gifts of art and writing
to each other.
May it always be so. Amen.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
Held Quietly by the Mountains
The smell of cold air and leaves painted, is stronger up high
held quietly by the mountains, as if the master’s work
of autumn begins first, closer to heaven.
As the paintbrush moves further down
to the leaves in the valley, the blessing
of color spreads, one leaf at a time.
And we begin to put our hats on,
and to taste our pumpkin pies.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
Beyond the Grey
It is said that only ghosts live in the grey
and some of our shadows, that light is diffused
while we get confused, with the absence of color.
But it’s only in the grey that we can work
our muscles, learning to press forward
not fully accepting that we are oppressed.
It is the grey that teaches us to fight
to insist our world have some color.
And in the end our dreams
become real, and live.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
