The Late Winter Winds

The bluster and power of the late winter winds told him a different story now, unlike his younger days when meeting the winds head on, spoke of courage and the ability, to press forward meeting the challenge.

Now it just meant the brutal force of cold air, chilling his bones, so he zipped up his coat a little further, and held onto his hat, as another gust tried to knock him sideways.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Shadows of Small Birds

Shadows of small birds can be seen now, returning to the land

while the sun takes its rightful place in the sky again

and on some days, a cold rain

chases away the snow.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: Just a reminder – I’m posting now on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday with a little on the weekends.

Thank you for reading!

Purple in the Quiet Night

Purple in the quiet night drawing me closer, in silence almost like a prayer

into a peaceflow of color, drawing me

with a calm assurance

of knowing,

knowing after all….

we are spirit created,

we exist,

walking through our space and time

more tangible,

we are….

brightness in that darkest night.

Poetry Copyright © 2020 rivers renewed, photo from Pixabay

Seasonal Peace

Seasonal peace carrying our prayers, our hopes and dreams,

sometimes through a light snow

or even in a holiday bow,

drawing us closer into our own humanity

and even filling us

with a brighter vision,

that yes maybe we do have a future,

after all.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2020 ancient skies, revised 2020 rivers renewed

Note: I’m on a one day blogging break, except for 1 scheduled. Peace to you.

Sunlight Meditations

I couldn’t think of what to write today so I drifted towards the sea, sunlight sparkling, reflecting.

Powerful insights of the vastness….ocean’s blue. Seagulls barked complaining, but I was already in my meditation pose,

with my spirit following and I remembered the light given…how the refracting light through the trees of a forest, brings life.

Light opening even the smallest flower.

Eyes closed, I breathed again…

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies