My Love


When she began loving me, it was like I suddenly understood,

everything made sense somehow.

I could trust her and be real

more importantly, her love allowed me to be

who I always wanted to be.

So even today,

all these years later

I still call her,

“My Love.”


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Do You Know?


My Love, do you know how beautiful you are?

Do you

really know?


doesn’t even begin

to describe you.

And I love those colors on you.


Note: This is based on a conversation the two of us had….this morning.

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Down by the Lake


We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,

and as we pull close silently

closing our eyes,

I can see the fog drifting

over the water,

as if there is a voice drawing us,

and the trees

are our witnesses 

as we take off our gloves to hold hands,

loosing track of time,

staring then

into each other’s face. 


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Warm Hearts on Cold Nights


Hey y’all this is a quick update from the front lines of my wife fighting cancer (for the second time).

Many of you have been asking about her, thank you! We are so wonderfully blessed by your prayers, blessings, well wishes, and positive thoughts!

She has finished the first round of treatments, and the mass in her chest (inside at the rib cage not on her chest) has become smaller! Yay!

That’s the good news. But something is still there, and only a special scan will tell us if there is still cancer.

We have to wait though because the treatments she received are still working to fight this menace.

So how do we stay very much in love with such a big challenge? To be honest it’s easy, but we do make more of an effort to be with each other. After all, in many ways love is a choice.

We talk a lot more, about everything. And sometimes we hold each other and don’t say anything at all.

Our hearts are warm on cold nights.

Just being in the moment and being together has become more valuable than ever.

My wife and I could probably write a book on love over 50, and in overcoming health issues. But that would be another post, and probably another website all together. 🙂

Thank you again! We wish you peace.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

All I Want for My Birthday


My Love, all I want for my birthday this year, is time with you

up on the ridge,

where we can breathe

in our confidence

letting go

of all our fears

walking through the pine trees

watching the brilliance

of all the leaves

dressed in their colors, dancing

in the wind.

The two of us encouraged

as we walk under the oaks,

maples and poplar trees,

their essence enfolding us,

the smell of leaves

as we embrace,

speaking life

into each other.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Note: It’s not quite my birthday. Not yet! 🙂

To Hold Her Hand Again


It was when he reached for her hand that her blushing began,

and he was never afraid, he never

pulled back,

from her shaking spirit


embracing her until

the waves of fear passed away.

She surrendered

to his courage,

but they both surrendered really.

He never regretted his dedication

to her, instead he lived for her smile,

and for the chance

to hold her hand again.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies