In the Mountains Where Eagles Live


In the mountains where eagles live,

a lone hiker stops, to tie his boots again

as he lays his walking stick down,

he watches

a mother bear, teach her cubs

that blueberries really are good

for food.

And as the clouds drift

chipmunks scatter under the brush

running for their burrows

having seen a shadow

of wings.

And the hiker continues

with a renewed strength,

as he picks up

his walking stick.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

A Stronger Heart


When our prayers fail to reach the eagle’s wings, falling short

of reaching our highest mountains, we fail

to see our visions.

But a stronger heart has learned surrender

each river washing our eyes

as our spirits begin to see, and soar above

the tallest trees. Knowing deeply

all is not lost.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies