sky – Ancient Skies

My Heart, My Spirit

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My heart fills with poetry when I think of love,

my spirit seeks the peace

of healing in the earth,

and sky

always acknowledging,

the One who made us all.

Daffodils Tossed in the Wind

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On a quiet morning, with daffodils tossed in the wind,

and cherry blossoms beginning to fade,

I smell the rain coming, and search the clouds

dreaming of yesterday’s sun,

and some calming

meditation.

Note: From our house we can usually see the rain coming our way, over the mountains, and we often smell it in the air.

Walking in the Peace

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When I walked that trail where the mountain meets the sky

I felt the sun breaking through,

filtering, dancing in the pine trees

and I decided right there

to walk in the peace

I’d been given

carrying the light

of who

I was always meant to be.

Beauty from the Earth and Sky

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In our grey of isolation green plants and blue skies

become our relatable, our tangible treasure

so that these frames of ours

these empty shells we live in,

can be filled

with who we really are

and the beauty

from the earth and sky.

The Richness of the Blue Sky

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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.

Sky Reaching

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Sky reaching into our spirits declaring

the beauty of our world

in the simple movement

of clouds,

and birds

in the tapestry of blue.

The Sky Received the Glory

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In the beginning blue was made, some say it has always been,

and the sky received the glory, with the ocean becoming an even deeper blue…….

until there was green……enriching all of the earth.

Note: original art by Dale Chihuly.

A Sparrow Takes Flight

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As the wind moves through the trees a robin is released,

and a sparrow takes flight

while beautiful songs travel

into the blue sky.

And a dragonfly hovers,

watching me.

Note: This came to me on my front porch today.

Opening Up the Sky

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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.

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