Winter Still Speaks

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It was in the winter when I first began walking,

seeking the journey of a quiet spirit,

the healing of silence in the woods,

the wholeness of a snowfall

in the purity of cold air.

And still today

the wisdom of a young man’s heart

can defend, provide a light

for this old guy to follow.

Winter still speaks.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Ghosts Will Reappear

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Within the deep fog of the final days, ghosts will reappear with the smell of buckskin

and burning wood in the air, showing us how to make lodges, and the sacred art

of bow making, giving us the wisdom of medicine, and the harmony

of all things will flow in our veins once again,

so that the deep fog will no longer

need to hide us, anymore.

                                                                                                       

Note: This is part of the Apocalyptic Journal.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Wing Span

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Wing tip to wing tip our wings covering the ones we love,

shielding the vulnerable from the smoke and the ruins,

our shadows still riding the wind, as we refuse

to hide behind our white picket fences,

taking to the air we know better now.

It was never about protecting ourselves,

but the victory was always in the giving,

in the prospering

of all the people.

Expand, and take in.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

 

 

 

 

 

Our Place Within the Sky

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In the splendor of the Earth, and all that was made, within brown and white tones

of hawk feathers, we find ourselves in awe really

of creation, both its beauty and strength, and we wonder

of the power of wings, the sharpness of the eyes

the shape of talons, curious

of where we belong,

and our place within the sky.

 

Poetry  © Copyright 2019, ancient skies, image from Audubon

In Every New Beginning

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In every new beginning there is always the hope of being filled

with brighter rays of sunlight,

as we reach out

with our hearts 

because we believe in love

even when our glimpse is yet distant,

we expect that we really can overcome

every obstacle,

conquer every fear

through finding, living in

the end of the horizon.

Looking back we can see,

the journey was truly

the victory

after all.

Have a wonderful, creative, dreams fulfilled 2019!

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

He Knew He Was Her Storm

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Having seen his own ice melting, the frozen within,

he knew he was her storm, with both peace

and yet carrying a raging blizzard.

She loved him, that much was certain,

and her fire kept him sane,

showed him how to pray really,

and one day as the snow fell

he knelt on the rock, and prayed

he would always be worthy

of her honor.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies