My first poem was not about love,
as a youth wandering into the woods
seeking the oneness blending
into the trees, blending
into the mystery,
of nature breathing,
And dreaming of the Lakota, and Cheyenne
feathers, and buckskin sitting around the campfire.
I loved it when it snowed in the woods
the snow and I were brothers living
in the quiet. A soul completed.
Well not quite, love came later.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”