Her Future Glory


It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning, as if she had 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

the leaves knowing

we would all be embraced soon,

by the brilliant fire

of autumn.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Resting on a Bare Branch


A gentle spirit follows a leaf floating in the release,

quickly confirmed by the soft sun, the wind carrying

at times even lifted, meandering, resting on a bare branch

yet eventually falling softly, willing to embrace death

on the forest floor, yet so hopeful.

Perhaps they do know really

it is not the end.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

As the Leaves Begin to Change


My Love, let us not feel somehow rejected as the leaves begin to change,

as if summer is walking away from us, slipping through our fingers.

We will always have our walks along the beach living,

seashells washed by the waves.


And let us instead believe we are loved, drawing strength

from the colors brighter, and encouraged

from the coolness in the air.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies



All the leaf knows

is to accept the rain,

and soak in the sun

a life of veins.

Yet strong enough

to pull us into

the beauty

the vision

of suddenly

being aware,

that we are


and there is a world



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”


Maine and More 594

When the leaves call my name,

I’ll be ready,

suited up, shoes tied,

jacket on, baseball cap,

armed with my favorite camera,

not taking, but giving,

credit to the One,

who made it all.

I want to live,

in the leaves.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”