I Often Think of Hawks

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When I walk this trail, as so many generations did before,

through the shadows of the pines,

over the large rocks and small,

I often think of hawks,

and shadows of wings

covering the earth

and of a people

who roamed free.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Happy Easter

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We are so amazingly loved……aren’t we?

And contained within

is the mystery discovered.

Even the renewal

of earth declares

the shape, the sense

of wholeness.

Happy Easter!

I have many readers with a different faith than my own, so I wish everyone here the blessings of renewal and peace!

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies