The Silence of Trees

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Faded eagle dreams and faded jeans, combing grey hair, boots laced and a light weight camera,

the trails call, moving my spirit beyond crows, rejecting dark wings…I become the silence of trees, and wildflowers holding bees,

where light flickers through the canopy, I seek to know, as anyone could know, the Lord God,

like I did as a young man….

in a place that peace

calls home….

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 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