In Winter Hawks Fly Low

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In winter, hawks fly low bending, turning the air

brushing their wings with pine trees

so they can smell like…

Christmas.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

I Love the Wildness in the Wind

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I love the wildness in the wind, buffeting

as it roars

through the pine trees,

threatening us with snowflakes swirling,

moving the branches of the oak trees

as if to say winter never left

us at all.

I simply smile remembering

the flowers, and the light rain

that washes us,

and the brightness

of the sun that embraces us,

the new life born again, after

the wildness in the wind.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Quiet Moments of Winter II

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As she looked out the window half asleep, she understood why

he was getting dressed, and out the door so early 

he was called with his camera

to capture the silence,

where the spirit is at rest

and the mind is in awe,

of the moment

and where God walks unseen

through the pine trees.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies