As Wind Song Moves Through the Pine Trees

As wind song moves through the pine trees, I can hear hawk wings descending

out of the clouds, and I finally let go of those phrases

I carried as a prayer, shifting and shaping them,

will it be a poem?

as another feather drifts,

to the Earth

from the blue sky.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Seagulls Hover, Floating on the Wind

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Seagulls hover, floating on the wind  mostly white wings,

dipped in black

ignoring the shadows of the coming storm

I turn to My Love and her eyes are closed,

as she whispers a prayer

and I realize, perhaps comprehend 

the peace of the waves,

and the healing

of a blue sky

yet remaining…

       

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

I Was Even Able to Whisper

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The darkness and coolness of the deep forest called to me today,

with streams and a river unending, my spirit went quiet,

listening to the bees and one stubborn woodpecker.

A tree stump became my chair as I was surrounded by the comfort of leaves….

I was even able to whisper,

a simple prayer.

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies