On the Edge of Autumn

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On the edge of autumn, where winter borders the mountains

a clouded sky,

muted light

bring a softness to the silence

and I can see my breath,

as I gently shape

another prayer

to the sky.

        

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Hope Was the Journey

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Encouragement that day came for him

in the form of a white sailboat

heading into the wind

refusing to let go of its power,

leaning into the horizon

as if hope was the journey,

and strength

the destination.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies