Red and Gold

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The red and gold are pushing further in now, as the green

simply surrenders

to the cooler air, and even mystics

can have visions

of apples cooking, sprinkled

with cinnamon.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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The Forests Remember

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Every year the forests remember their calling,

to encourage, to inspire us,

freeing our minds, our hearts

with the sound of rustling leaves,

and their colors

breaking loose,

setting our spirits free.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Her Future Glory

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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

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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