As the Pine Trees Sway


As the pine trees sway in the warm summer breeze,

I finally reach the top of the ridge

and my heart skips

a beat

while the ascending begins

I look up

and a prayer escapes,

from my heart.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies


I Love the Wildness in the Wind


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


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

Resting Under the Pine Trees


With the safety of being under the pine branches, I allowed the light

to find me, only with small streaks.

The warmth of the earth

surprised me, and shadows embraced

my mind, as I lay down

with the smell of Christmas,

I remember hearing

a blue-jay singing

close by

as I drifted off,

dreaming of my spirit floating

over the mountains.


 Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies