In the Winter Rain

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Between the pines, where the rain is sometimes snow,

I find myself listening, as it falls

as the rain moves through the trees

a white flake here

and there

my spirit searching

quietly through the sky

and in the strange silence

of rain.

With my hood on, a prayer sent

having seen the beauty

deep within

the storm.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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So Many Words Spoken Over Us

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So many words spoken over us, at times unseen

as if they gently rested

on our shoulders, whispering

into our spirits, both

hawks and doves,

so that in our peace we can

pull down every particle of grey

and black smoke

drifting,

creeping in from our ruined history.

Until finally

there is enough glory

to write a poem,

pulled down

from the sky.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Angel Talk II

And the angel said to her:

“Sister, you don’t need another strong-man with a club, designing

your mirror for you, telling you

what you need, you know better….

here hon

here’s – a handkerchief

to dry your eyes.”

“Do you remember that dream,

where I spoke to you?”

“You were 12 then – remember?

the dream of being queen?”

(they both smiled remembering,

as she wiped her eyes)

“Now hon, go and get that embrace

I told you about then….

the one that lasts

an eternity.”

“You will know hon, when it happens…..”

And when she awoke, the angel was gone, but she slipped out of bed, and quietly dressed. She carefully went out the door, leaving the strong-man with his club, by himself, sleeping.

And she never looked back again,

not ever.

     

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

My Photographs

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Now you might wonder why do I use his own photos? Well, that’s easy, there are two reasons really. One, is that it’s much easier and faster!

I remember starting out blogging, and searching for hours for just the right picture, to go with a piece of fiction, or a poem. And I realized I could write a lot more, and have a lot more time for everything, if I used what I already had. I can also find my own photos easily.

And to be honest I’ve always loved photography. I have thousands of photos from different devices, though I’m not a professional. So, part of my walking hobby is to go into nature and photograph what I find.

I have also found that I can start with a photograph, and write a poem around it! So cool!

So, it works well for me. It is rare that I use a photo outside of my own library, but it simply means I couldn’t find a match for the poem.

And yes, it is true my photographs are copyrighted, so please don’t use them without my permission.

I wish you peace.

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 Writing and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies