On the Edge of Autumn

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On the edge of autumn, where winter borders the mountains

a clouded sky,

muted light

bring a softness to the silence

and I can see my breath,

as I gently shape

another prayer

to the sky.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Legend of the Lone Wolf

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In the beginning of all things there was only the lone wolf, having been made by the moon and the sun.

He carried our world gently between his teeth, yet there were earthquakes and storms as he wandered our galaxy, running through stars.

He let our world go, setting us in place. And when the Earth settled he  made humans from sticks and some mud.

At first the lone wolf was happy with humans, seeing us playing, enjoying the Earth,

but he saw our hearts turn to darkness some of us ripping the Earth and hurting each other.

He was sorry that he made humans.

He ran away lamenting, howling even.

To this day, if you listen closely

you can even hear him…..

in the wind.

 

Note: Influenced by Native American/First Nations stories

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Glimpses of Light

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As the Spirit of Lying continues to strangle Washington D.C.,

choking our democracy,

ripping our unity 

we do occasionally have glimpses of light.

And the light of truth

will prevail,

subduing even the far right subverting,

Lying to win, winning at all costs,

will eventually

destroy itself.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies