Walking in the Wildness

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As the March wind blew through the pine trees,

I held on to my hat and realized

I love walking in the wildness,

the tossing of tree limbs,

the roar of spirit

within in the abandonment of ice,

and the freedom we call

spring.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Silently Through the Pine Trees Unseen

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When it snows I often think about God,

it must be exhausting carrying

the weight of knowing everything,

all the time

yet He moves silently through

the pine trees unseen,

and when He walks, there are never

any tracks in the snow,

only the peace

He left behind.

    

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