Winter Arrives on a Fast Horse Breathing

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And somehow winter arrives on a fast horse, always racing when we are not ready

lungs of the white horse heaving, legs and chest storming, calling forth the strong wind

never considering the leaves, or the joy we felt with cool air,

instead stomping galloping over the dead colors,

bringing in the reign of the artic.

Perhaps next year we can relish the autumn

just a little bit longer until the fast horse

breathes

down our neck again.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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As Autumn Descends

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As autumn descends and winter arises

we can embrace the time,

snuggling

in our jackets, in our blankets,

with the one we love.

A gift really, sent

from heaven,

helping us

to move closer.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Distant Summers

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All of our summers seem so distant now, only ghosts

sitting in lifeguard’s chairs, empty picnic tables

our memories of families happy

and running through

knee high grass

traded

for the thrill

of autumn winds,

and temporary color.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

As the Leaves Begin to Change

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My Love, let us not feel somehow rejected as the leaves begin to change,

as if summer is walking away from us, slipping through our fingers.

We will always have our walks along the beach living,

seashells washed by the waves.

        

And let us instead believe we are loved, drawing strength

from the colors brighter, and encouraged

from the coolness in the air.

          

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Contemplation

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When we were young,

the leaves were beginning to turn,

on our wedding day,

our love was orange quickly,

turning to red,

we were breathing deeply,

learning about air.

Now that we are older,

our love is softer,

but deeper, and the leaves,

turning to a rich golden,

brown.

Even if they do fall,

our love will not end,

living,

growing instead,

as tall as an uncut cedar,

while the snow speaks softly,

whispering approval,

the wind caressing our limbs,

as we look up,

into the warm,

winter sun.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”