At the direction of the willow, the sky listened

and released the answers that the man

was searching for. He looked up

encouraged, and relaxed so well

that he could close his eyes,

drifting, he took a nap. To the woman

a novel came, confirmed

by her smile, by a river flowing

as she opened her mind

and her laptop. All of this

happened under the shade

of a willow tree.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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


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