They Still Remember

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The two of them still remember their first embrace, the smell of her hair

the strength of his shoulders, the softness of her hands

in his, he drew her closer as she enveloped him

pink petals floating, swirling around

their heads, landing so beautifully

so gently, barely touching

as they gave each other

their greatest gifts

their hearts,

underneath the cherry trees.

Yes, they still remember.

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A Lakeside Meditation

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On the surface of the lake, blue ripples carrying thoughts,

drifting beyond

what I knew back then

turning pages

of time

to the glory of sailing ships

driven hard by the wind

sword in hand

I was always a hero,

even at 7 years old,

alive

with adventure.

    

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Memories of the Forest

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Green leaves, turtles in the pond sticking their heads

just above the water, and an owl at sunset objecting

to my feet walking, a stick snapping, stepping

over a tree down, and yet

I wonder if the forest will remember

how warm the summer felt, and autumn

bursting, and the beautiful

rain, washing us.

       

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Distant Summers

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All of our summers seem so distant now, only ghosts

sitting in lifeguard’s chairs, empty picnic tables

our memories of families happy

and running through

knee high grass

traded

for the thrill

of autumn winds,

and temporary color.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Remembering Our Green

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It’s ok to remember our green, our days when we were young,

do you remember My Love, the times we lived in the flowers, and touched

the lavender? Strolling in purple, but you always drifted towards

 the white, and the mix of red, making pink. I love the way

you place carnations in your hair,

with your eyes surrounding me.

My Love, so true.

     

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When There is the Hint of Autumn

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When is just a hint of autumn in the air, a cool morning, I think of us

planning our wedding, so many years ago. Talking

with Rev. Ann, and your aunt getting her house ready,

for that wonderful day and the reception.

       

I was surprised we paid off the ring so quickly, and I was in love with the way it looked

 on your beautiful finger. I always think of us when

there is the hint of autumn

in the air.

        

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As the Winter Fades

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As the winter fades and our world

turns to green, I still remember

our winter together,

snuggling in the blankets

just a little bit longer,

drinking tea

at the breakfast table

eggs, and toast

with cinnamon,

as I admire you

in your pajamas.

Then there was bundling up

in our parkas

knit hats with gloves

to go to the movies.

I always managed to find

your cheek somehow

to plant a kiss

not that you were hiding it.

And I love that twinkle

in your eyes,

still.

       

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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