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May you be inspired each new day of the coming year,
seeing past the mist of the unknown, instead focusing on stars
and rivers, and flowers in the fields.
And may you be so filled with light
that you cannot help but be a positive influence
on others. May you have good health,
and everything you need.
Walk strong, walk with confidence
and have a wonderful New Year!
Happy New Year everyone!
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
As he descended, he switched to using his razor wings,
cutting through the air even faster
another poet was getting discouraged.
And in his hand the angel held
a scroll, an important message
which read: “Stay in the light
and you will write – living words
once again.”
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
As winter rolls in discovering her thunder, our pens
will hold steady, as we look deep within
we will write of her glory,
absorbing the peace,
and quieting
our spirits,
after the storm.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
When we are the bridge, our words will carry the validation, the caring
about the other. May our poems bring healing
and a oneness
to our spirits.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
A quiet storm, as snow clouds roll down from the mountains
drifting over the valley carrying a few small flakes
meandering, swirling here
and there, and as I look beyond
the grey and white, I can see the shape
of hawk wings, his wings cutting the air,
his strength bringing
larger flakes, I quietly wish him,
“Good hunting my brother……”
as I zip up my jacket further,
and continue walking, now covered
in a deluge
of white.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
The sky falls in love all over again, with the earth, witnessing
the glory of her covering, the freshly fallen snow
while the pine trees stand with approval
frozen air blushes
with the sweet crimson
of a sunset
in December.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
When peace awakens from under the new snow,
hope touches our hearts,
as gently
as birds leaving imprints
in the unspoiled snow,
and dreams drift,
turning beautifully
into a poem.
Poetry and Image © copyright 2017, ancient skies
