Under the Blue Light of Winter

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Hidden away, in the stillness of the snow

under the blue light of winter

a set of eyes,

looking up

with a humble heart

releasing a prayer

and heaven,

as heaven often does,

begins to open

to listen

to the beautiful phrases

of Grandmother Squirrel.

I love when squirrels pray,

don’t you?

    

Note: Influenced by Native American stories.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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