The Healing of Autumn


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.



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies


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.

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

Winter Snow II 004

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.”