The Wings of Birds Soaring

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Wordflow only holds onto the healing of poetry

as long as bitterness is cast away

spinning, descending

back to where it came from.

Our best work

lives with a heart running

like prayers on the wings

of birds soaring.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Within a Whisper

100_1046Under the willow tree, I pause by the river touching

the bark,

as a blackbird glides

over the water

to an oak tree

on the other side.

I focus

on the depth moving slowly,

releasing a prayer

within a whisper,

into the wind.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives, a revised poem.

When the Bluebird Sings

Bluebird via audobon

When the bluebird sings she lifts her voice, as a prayer for us

that we will be encouraged, focusing on the beauty

filling us, seeing the deer

in the wildflowers,

breathing in the coolness

and the strength of the forest,

conquering our own mountains.

And as we smile, the bluebird’s faith

becomes even stronger.

    

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Image from Audubon via google

video from youtube

 

 

As I Wander

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As I wander through woods it begins to lightly rain,

hood up, shoes crunching twigs, even where winter was singing,

the harshness has ended. And now it is time for

the robin, the blue jay squawking, gawking,

jumping from branch to branch

and a dove

coos

asking for peace.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies