The Dawn of Crisp Mornings

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The refreshing kiss of cooler air,

the dawn of crisp mornings

waiting for the sun,

beginning the season of surrender 

where leaves let go of their green,

to receive the infusion

of a greater glory.

It won’t be long now.

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

Writing with the Winter Wind

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I haven’t decided yet if I’m still a river, but in the winter I do seek to write, filled with the winter wind,

with a touch of sparkle glinting off the snow. I reach in, and out at the same time with at least a partial measure of spirit, or try to.

I find writing from the spirit to be more honest, shaping words from what we cannot see. Connecting.

I love writing, so thank you for reading my posts!

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Beyond Words

Beyond Words

In every season there are signs that we are loved,

the gentleness tucked inside

a spring rain,

the warmth of the summer sun

caressing our faces,

the brilliant colors of autumn

inspiring us,

and the quiet of a winter snowfall,

bringing us peace,

all speaking to us,

in a language

beyond words.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, and 2018, ancient skies, originally posted July 2017