The Softness of the Golden Sun

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In the softness of the golden sun memories sway, flickering

through our hearts,

thoughts of younger love,

of you and I

our boots swishing through the leaves,

holding hands

with gloves on,

and drawing you close,

smiling

in our autumn jackets.

My Love, do you remember

that day in the park?

      

Note: The park is where I asked her to marry me. We’ve always spent alot of time in parks.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

On the Edge of Autumn

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On the edge of autumn, where winter borders the mountains

a clouded sky,

muted light

bring a softness to the silence

and I can see my breath,

as I gently shape

another prayer

to the sky.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies