Who We Truly Are

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More than simply softer flesh, the human heart holding

who we truly are,

a healing balm walking,

even our spirits

within our frames

will know the answers

deep within……this……

is our peace.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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The Trees Become Silent Now

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As the autumn quietly abandons the forest,

slipping through the brush

whispering,

the trees become silent now

occasionally entertaining

a ghost

or a few lost leaves.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

In the Softness of the Autumn Sun

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In the softness of the autumn sun, a quiet returns

to our hearts

an in between, a season

of twilight, of dreaming

where we remember gathering, holding onto,

yet a time of resting

to cease from striving,

even blankets wrapping us

in a feeling of safety, letting go

trusting the arms,

trusting the smile

of our lover

and the smell of apples

bringing wholeness

in the twilight.

We drift off again.

Autumn.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies