Evergreens

Blue Pine with Snow

Evergreens, standing tall in the blue twilight

of the winter sky,

centurians of fir, spruce and pine trees 

lingering in a scent of Christmas

guarding, watching over

the silence

of the snow covered forest.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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The Last Fish

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Note: This is about a Bird of Prey hunting and may disturb some people.

His wings burned as he turned, into the sky fire apocalypse

but it was the only way to make it, to the lake

he dove head down, down with wings enfolded

a bullet from the heavens

until crashing, breaking

the surface of the water, talons extended

he was all talons flailing

until he caught it

the last fish on planet Earth.

As he slowly flapped now

to his favorite rock,

he did pray for God

to do a miracle, to create

a new Earth once again,

as he devoured fish flesh

for the last time.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Roar and Rage of Winter

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He squinted his eyes against another attack by the icy wind. The snow tore sideways now, containing small chips of sleet, he shrunk his neck even further down into his parka,

with one hand holding onto his hat. He was tired of this roar and rage of winter, the daily fight with the wind.

But he was a tough ole guy and on this day he leaned in, lifting up a prayer, thankful that he had a job to go to,

which meant they both had the medical coverage they needed so desperately.

No ugly wind would ever take his wife. He was a tough ole guy still fighting, the roar and rage

of winter.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Wing Span

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Wing tip to wing tip our wings covering the ones we love,

shielding the vulnerable from the smoke and the ruins,

our shadows still riding the wind, as we refuse

to hide behind our white picket fences,

taking to the air we know better now.

It was never about protecting ourselves,

but the victory was always in the giving,

in the prospering

of all the people.

Expand, and take in.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

 

 

 

 

 

Our Place Within the Sky

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In the splendor of the Earth, and all that was made, within brown and white tones

of hawk feathers, we find ourselves in awe really

of creation, both its beauty and strength, and we wonder

of the power of wings, the sharpness of the eyes

the shape of talons, curious

of where we belong,

and our place within the sky.

 

Poetry  © Copyright 2019, ancient skies, image from Audubon

The Stillness of Trees

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A closer walk within the wind, discovering the pre-dawn of winter

where prayers guide us through

the stillness of trees

gifting our spirits

with a sense of quiet,

a stronger muscle,

and lungs unafraid to breathe

through all our questions.

It is winter

and our boldness will see us through.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies