When the green things grow, our vision is expanded,
recalling our victories instead
of scars, as forests
are born again,
and each flower
fills us
with a sense of hope
and strength.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
Category: earth
As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder
A solitary feather is lifted as the wind moves over the hawk’s shoulder.
Chipmunks are breathless as the mountains bask in the sunlight.
Yet the hawk turns his head, to listen to a murmuring sound close by.
A lone figure praying in the shadows, near the top of the mountain.
Peace is seldom easy, so the hawk kept silent, honoring his descendants, he turned away.
Weren’t humans descended from birds of prey?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, 2020, ancient skies
Influenced by Native American stories of creation.
The Whisper of Winter
This morning the clouds were heavy, hanging low,
I can barely see the mountains now
with snow clouds covering.
A light snow begins falling,
with the Earth waiting,
anticipating
the beauty of silence,
the whisper of winter.
And I smile as I walk,
having gone to the bookstore
just yesterday.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
Note: I’m currently reading a paranormal spy thriller, and yesterday I purchased 2 books of poetry and a science fiction novel, which is very thick and will take a long time to read!
In the Softness
It snowed again last night, and in the softness,
in the silence covering the Earth
I found a peaceful place
that special space, of the heart
in which poetry dwells,
living, even shaping us
as we become
part of the cold blue light.
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Embracing the Earth
Leaves don’t really surrender
to decay,
they simply let go
embracing the Earth
in the cycle
of life.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Solar Wind
The solar wind continued to pound and rattle the triple pane glass. Inside there was chaos as people raced in every direction, watching the sky shift and break up, feeling the weight of the wind pressing in on them.
The two of them continued their meal quietly, and she stabbed another piece of broccoli. This time there was more anger in her voice, looking me square in the eyes she said,
“You realize of course the last shuttle leaves in seven minutes……(looking at the clock on the wall) actually six minutes and fifty seconds now?” “And the nuclear wave in ten?”
I nodded silently. And yet I hesitated…….we had only met each other, 15 minutes ago…..
to be continued tomorrow.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Note: This is fiction.
Maple Leaves Reaching for the Sky
As I was carried in the wind, up and over the far side of the ridge
the smell of Christmas brushed my skin, in the swaying
of pine trees
with maple leaves watching
reaching for the sky.
The mountains embraced, the sun today.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
