Within a Whisper

100_1046Under the willow tree, I pause by the river touching

the bark,

as a blackbird glides

over the water

to an oak tree

on the other side.

I focus

on the depth moving slowly,

releasing a prayer

within a whisper,

into the wind.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives, a revised poem.

The Weeping Willow Tree


Branches and leaves from the weeping willow tree bending

yet, still holding the sun in place


light, randomly sprinkled

on the surface of the water,

my spirit was lifting

in the beautiful silence

hovering over the river,

I could see through it

when I realized I did have a line

to write, was it a poem?

or a prayer?

I will have to ask the river

once again.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies