Mystical Snowstorm

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As I watch from the back of our a house, a mystical snowstorm embraces, engulfs the top of the mountain,

following the ridgeline, wind howling, raging into swirls, some sleet falling, tearing

at the bare limbs of the forest, and I wonder can there be any beauty in the middle of a storm?

Or should we expect the fire of an ancient prophet, or maybe visions of a flaming sword?

A few minutes later a quiet snow descends, reaching our neighborhood, as the wind moves softly now,

and God speaks, this time using the pine trees.

           

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.

Swirling in the Snow and the Wind

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Sometimes barely a thread connects my spirit to wordflow

and yet I find my voice surprising me

in a snow covered forest,

as if the wind was whispering

my name, and somehow knew me

more than I ever thought possible.

And so I write these few lines

hoping and praying

that a poem lives within.

Listen……do you hear your own whispers?

they’re swirling in the snow

and the wind.

      

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Soon it Will Be Christmas

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A cold wind descends, blowing through the pine ridge,

coming down from the mountain

sloping, traveling down over the  boulders

and into the valley,

causing young and old

to sink further down

into their blankets, as they lay sleeping, 

dreaming of bells on sleighs

and gifts under the tree

for soon, it will be…..

Christmas.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Sunset of December

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I was up high in the sunset of December

with shadows of tree limbs covering

and hawk wings flying over,

giving me a wild feeling untamed

yet I turned back to the valley

having surrendered, with dreams

of a hot cup of tea,

and My Love cooking

some spicy noodles.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: Sometimes small things are more beautiful.