Where Our Dreams Are

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On the trails….down by the lake where we used to know

our unsaid prayers, where

our dreams are still cared for

oak leaves will guide us

by their strength,

so that we can find

who we once were,

in that place we use to call

free.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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As the Oak Leaves Surrender

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I can still hear the crickets in the meadow,

even though the apples

are hanging heavy on the trees

but soon the cricket song will end,

as the oak leaves

surrender

to their journey.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies