Winter Still Speaks

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It was in the winter when I first began walking,

seeking the journey of a quiet spirit,

the healing of silence in the woods,

the wholeness of a snowfall

in the purity of cold air.

And still today

the wisdom of a young man’s heart

can defend, provide a light

for this old guy to follow.

Winter still speaks.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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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

The Beauty of Winter

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The beauty of winter never lives within the color white

or in the silence of snowflakes surrounding, swirling

around our heads as chrystals

take shape in mid-air.

The beauty of winter

is usually found in the peace

we hold in our hearts,

sacred prayers

from the quiet within.

Well, I guess snow

is quite beautiful too.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Meaning of Rain

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When it rains there are books that call to me, spending an afternoon with Frost, Dickinson, Rumi and Gibran.

And within our teacups whispers of your love for me. Why is it we are so quiet when it rains?

As is if listening becomes more important, as if the silence is sacred in our home.

I can count the raindrops falling, singing their softness, but even their fury

speaks of peace

in the comfort of our blankets

and the beauty of your face gently resting

as we both ponder the meaning of rain.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder

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A solitary golden feather is lifted as the wind moves over the hawk’s shoulder.

Chipmunks are breathless as the mountains bask in the sunlight.

Yet the hawk spins his head towards a murmuring sound close by. A lone figure, praying in the shadows of the mountain.

Peace is seldom easy, so the hawk kept silent, honoring his descendants.

Weren’t humans descended from birds of prey?

   

Note: Influenced by Native American creation stories.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies