The Softness of the Golden Sun


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,


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


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.


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