In the Softness of the Autumn Sun

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In the softness of the autumn sun, a quiet returns

to our hearts

an in between, a season

of twilight, of dreaming

where we remember gathering, holding onto,

yet a time of resting

to cease from striving,

even blankets wrapping us

in a feeling of safety, letting go

trusting the arms,

trusting the smile

of our lover

and the smell of apples

bringing wholeness

in the twilight.

We drift off again.

Autumn.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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Walking in the Autumn Wind

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As the oak leaves were filled with the brightness of the sun,

the wind swayed the tops of the pine trees,

and rippled the lake, carrying our prayers

over the surface of the water.

A hawk flew over with her shadow,

circling the poplar trees,

as the fall flowers reminded us of warmer days.

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