The Sky People

Mountains and Rivers 155

When he was young he started out as a hawk, spirit soaring

being lifted by the wind, he quickly grew into an eagle

he built strength, allowing his wingtips to become blue

only resting occasionally on a branch swooping down, with talons

 extended for a meal, but never touching the earth

living boldly in the sky, constantly surging with orange.

He was content never lonely, until they met,

it was her eyes that pierced him, he had never seen

any creation more beautiful, so soft with wingtips sparkling

white. She loved his strength, and his wings surrounding

her. He was surprised she had started as a sparrow

and that she was now surging with purple.

Once they were married they blended

in a glorious event, his orange –  her purple

and that is how the first sunset was created,

ever since then

the skies have been beautiful.


Note: This is influenced by First Nations creation stories.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”


17 thoughts on “The Sky People

  1. Something transcendent is occurring with your poetry, my friend and it is a joy to behold. This is a beautiful piece which bring to mind some of the tales of my American Indian forefathers. Well done…

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