The Richness of the Blue Sky


As the winter sun deepens the richness

of the blue sky,

pine trees bow, honoring

the peace,

the sparkles

of the freshly fallen snow.

And flurries descend,

floating, swirling

in the afterglow.


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Opening Up the Sky


When I was a boy, my bow was only made of plastic, but I could fire those arrows way up, so far, so far

into the blue that you could not see them anymore, lost

in the clouds until they descended suddenly

deep into the Earth as if an offering

received. Nobody knew

but I was a Crow warrior back then

simply opening up

the sky.

More beginnings.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies