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In every season there is joy, waiting to be found,
carried on the wind
as the sun gently warms
our faces,
bringing a sense of wholeness
to who we are.
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Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
In the space between the seasons, sunlight filters gently
in and through the leaves
giving us a mix of green
and yet some of the glory
found in the golden treasure
of autumn.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Note: I’m under the weather today and will be back soon.
I love when purple makes its final appearance
in the softer sun,
just before autumn flourishes
in the majesty
of golds and reds.
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When I whispered into the woods today,
into the peace,
into the quiet waiting,
poems escaped
and prayers took shape lifting themselves
far beyond the tallest trees,
and I realized I was filtering
through the sunlight and the shade.
We need both really
to understand
our own
heart language.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
In the golden leaves of autumn the wind moves gently
through the trees, calling us
to embrace the cooler air,
the life of the sun,
and reminding us
we are loved.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Dry grass with a double layer of crisp leaves,
the morning air even crisper
a sense of summer sleeping
the joy and comfort
of placing more quilts
on the bed.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As dawn speaks to the broken heart
so autumn speaks
to the heart
in love.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
