In every season there are signs that we are loved,
the gentleness tucked inside
a spring rain,
the warmth of the summer sun
caressing our faces,
the brilliant colors of autumn
inspiring us,
and the quiet of a winter snowfall,
bringing us peace,
all speaking to us,
in a language
beyond words.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, and 2018, ancient skies, originally posted July 2017
Wet sand under our feet, as we walk a few more minutes along our beach
wind caressing our faces, and for some reason My Love
the seagulls object to our hand holding,
our salty kisses
as we surround ourselves
in the waves.
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Note: We haven’t been to the beach yet this year. We are still hoping to.
As seagulls peer into the waves, expecting the night to fall,
an older couple refuse to give up their walk
in spite of the chill, the sun setting
her hand in his, still holding
having been through enough hell
to never let go of love
or each other.
Their twilight was always
the most beautiful.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, and revised 2018, ancient skies, Originally Posted August 2016
Green leaves reflecting through noble trees,
as the ducks paddle quietly
and in a deep breath
light speaks
assuring us that beauty
is the strength we carry
in this world.
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There are times our trauma rips open the sky, refusing to listen
to reason, taking our faith along the jagged edge,
with knives ready, yet we still seek the colors
in our light.
Surprised, we are drawn to the rose tattoos, blue
in the hair and loud guitars. Refusing
to accept the despair or another
tired sermon we grasp
the concert lights
and rock on
believing
in the raw power
that we are not alone
and we’re not gonna die
tonight.
Note: These guitars are very loud. Please be careful with the volume. However, I find the words incredibly encouraging and somehow the raw power fits beautifully. By the way, Jen Ledger is one of the best drummers you will find anywhere.
Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, Emerald jewelry by unknown artist, music by Skillet, fans of Skillet call themselves – panheads!
As the pine trees sway in the warm summer breeze,
I finally reach the top of the ridge
and my heart skips
a beat
while the ascending begins
I look up
and a prayer escapes,
from my heart.
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“Keep close to nature’s heart….and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain
or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”
John Muir
Our most sacred spaces were never meant to be broken
as if glass could shatter,
becoming even smaller
versions of ourselves,
barely remembering
the wholeness of the forest
and who it was,
that made the Earth.
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Every walk will bring you treasure, heart ascending
to the clouds, every step will slow
your breathing,
as your mind unfolds
your dreams lifting
beyond the pine trees and over
the mountains.
No prophet ever saw such beauty,
the mystery of
your soul.
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Originally posted March 2016 as, “Walking in the Woods”. Revised 2018
It is true that in the absence of sanity, our spirits search
reaching out
for the calm and peace
we once knew,
fortunately
we were never descended
from monsters
instead, shaped
formed from the same rivers
that have renewed the earth
since the beginning
of time.
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When we walk in the garden My Love,
I realize all over again
we were made for each other,
and how beautifully
leaves holding their treasures
can fill our spirits
with peace.
And I love
when you smile that way.
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Rivers Renewed 