Many shadows still linger in the mountains
far beyond what this world can see, is that a tree?
or just the spirit of a tree? Quietly slipping through
the woods, I saw a set of wings shadowing
the ground, was he seeing who I was?
did I meet his approval? there was no answer,
only silence, but the poetry was strong
and I was surprised, that even without color,
the mountains lifted, I was off the ground,
with trees singing gently, up high
no eagle’s ghost, just the shadows
where spirits dwell quietly
and where the poetry is strong.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
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