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.
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A Silence Surrounding
Our scars sifted through the falling snow
creating
a more tangible breath,
a pause within
a silence surrounding
as we learn the power
the strength
of letting go.
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Peace in the Snow
When winter begins his slow descent
with a low growl through the trees
with a howl in the wind,
we will rebuke him sharply
releasing peace in the snow,
and quiet in our hearts.
Shunning any notion
of an apocalypse.
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In the Softness of the Autumn Sun
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.
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Peaceful Shades of Light
Peaceful shades of light, reflecting, calling forth
our words, shaping lines gently
as if our poem
was pulled from the depths
of our meditation.
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Where Poetry is Born
In our spirits, the very core of our beings,
lives a special place, a sacred space,
moving us beyond
our tears, our fears,
into the quiet side
of our hearts
where poetry is born.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, revised 2018, ancient skies, originally posted July 2017
Our Most Sacred Spaces
“Keep close to nature’s heart….and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain
or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”
John Muir
Our most sacred spaces were never meant to be broken
as if glass could shatter,
becoming even smaller
versions of ourselves,
barely remembering
the wholeness of the forest
and who it was,
that made the Earth.
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