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.

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The Silence Calls to Me

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As my walk goes deeper into the forest, the silence calls to me.

Cooler air envelops the trees

covered by the shade, I turn suddenly when a sparrow leaves her nest.

Noticing the sunlight is diffused now

looking with my heart filled,

I bow my head

as a lone crow ruffles his feathers

disturbed by my sense

of quiet.

We do make peace and then…..

I let the words flow,

but is it really a prayer?

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Prayer Stone

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In search of the prayer stone this morning, there were no ancient sages whispering mystical words from the dark corners of the forest.

And the sun was dull at times, as clouds ceased the calling of flowers, even their strength was diminished. Shadows prevailed.

I closed my eyes, waiting…..and then a glimpse of a word. So I decided to write a poem today…..after all.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Early Morning Light

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In the early morning light, leaves speak of peace

and a gentle rain

while a bumble bee hovers

watching me, as if I was intruding.

A chipmunk darts, when a pair of wings opens

and hops from one tree limb to another, hopeful.

“Will you release your prayer?” the crow seems to say,

I realize in the early morning light, of the deep forest…..

it is time.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies