Wisdom Through the Trees and Stars

from pixabay

In the most ancient of forests, angels would dwell whispering

secrets to men and to women formed

born from the soil of the Earth,

they rose up slowly

and the Earth called them,

her children

the First People.

It is true the animals listened too

as the Creator spoke wisdom

through the trees, and stars.

And the people still dance

in order to remember.

    

Poetry © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Image from Pixabay

Advertisements

In His Reflection by the Creek

100_5342

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

Hidden Treasure

apache-dancer-harley-upton-jr-diego-james-robles-from-indiancountrytodaymedianetwork

Did you know that I used to write fiction and it’s still posted here? Yep, I have a number of different stories, and series of fiction, and you can find them right here!

I loved writing about First Nations people, (Native Americans). Native American culture still sings to me, only not as strong as it used to. And I wrote in a historical sense, often pondering what it may have been like before the desolation.

I also enjoyed coming up with names for the characters, such as Cricket in the Meadow, Thunder Speaking, Two Wolves, and Sky.

Here is a sample from a series called, The Lost Son:

“Cricket in the Meadow prayed all night that night. She sensed the young man was in great danger, and she was unable to rest. She stepped outside several times to look at the night sky, and was amazed at how many stars she could see.

As she looked around the village, she saw other fires lit brightly within their lodges. Other people were awake too, moving around, no doubt praying as well. Among them was the lodge of Holds the Fire.

She had tears well up in her eyes then, so she closed them, and she prayed for healing…… for their family…..”

So how do you find this treasure? Go to the menu on my webpage (top right), and search using a few words, including the names listed above.

In the future I’ll share about my longest running fiction series, The Last People on Planet Earth, a sci-fi adventure, and love story.

    

Writing, Fiction © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Image  Apache Dancer from Indian Country Today Media Network

Dakota Dream

100_5547

In the middle of the battle I often think of the Dakota.

A dream, in the mountains, horses

approach snorting, pawing the ground

feathers dangle, but their war paint is missing.

At the campfire I ask, “How

did you survive, when so many

have perished?”

A pipe is silently passed from one

to another, as I inhale, the answers dawn

without words, smoke

takes our prayers to heaven,

and peace again stills the heart

living

within us.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies