Sagebrush as I walk through the tall grass

my fingertips reaching,

a feather falls from the sky

and the hawk yells,

“Good morning, my brother!”

his shadow covers me

as I lift my eyes,

searching the sky. 


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies


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