As the Sunlight Sparkles

20180930_130420As the sunlight sparkles on the lake, a few clouds slowly meander,

brushing by a memory,

sparking really a prayer

a hope

that brings shape to a poem,

so gently.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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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

Under the Blue Light of Winter

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Hidden away, in the stillness of the snow

under the blue light of winter

a set of eyes,

looking up

with a humble heart

releasing a prayer

and heaven,

as heaven often does,

begins to open

to listen

to the beautiful phrases

of Grandmother Squirrel.

I love when squirrels pray,

don’t you?

    

Note: Influenced by Native American stories.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies