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In the spirit of the mountains we are confident,
having touched the sky, we can reach
now with our own spirits reshaped,
with wings extended
our wordflow
has a stronger heart.
And our poems can live
and breathe on the earth,
and move
in a marvelous way.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Sagebrush as I walk through the tall grass
my fingertips reaching,
a feather falls from the sky
and the hawk yells,
“Good morning, my brother!”
his shadow covers me
as I lift my eyes,
searching the sky.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
The shadow of crow wings fall
on my shoulders
as a grasshopper takes off again,
from the tall grass,
a few more steps and the crow calls
as if to awaken me
looking up I realize
brother sun
is in both our eyes
filling us
with courage.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
In the focused breathing of our humble frame, we can draw in
a sense of peace, and our spirits can take wing
soaring within the heart of the mountains
being filled. And yet do we have the eyes
the heart song
to see the One?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
The rocks were jagged, and the climb was tough
one final pull and he had arrived,
he was strong now
standing on top of the mountain,
he bowed his head,
closed his eyes,
grateful
for the eagles in his heart
and the courage
he had been given.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
Snow and ice crunching under his boots, and a strange gray reflection
rippling across the creek, with deer tracks on the other side.
He paused, zipping up his coat a little further,
watching the trees bend.
He remembered traveling through time
hunting for visions with bows
wearing buckskin
and an occasional feather,
but it was long ago
on horseback,
so instead, in his reflection
by the creek,
he took some pictures.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
He saw her wounds, but she mended
his wings
each a river for the other
and together
they still climb mountains
every day going further
even stronger
than they’ve ever been before.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
