As if Prayers Were Always Answered

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Slowly turning, falling, finding its way

in the soft wind

a snowflake floating

as if prayers were always answered

descending down

until finally finding

its way

to the man’s nose.

Producing yet another

smile on his face.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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The Flow of the Winter Sun

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When ice flow melds into the ravens’ wings, freezing

and hindering their hate

we will drape ourselves with immeasurable beauty

the pine trees magnificent,

the strength

of the colder air

and the peace washing us

in the snow,

all within

the flow

of the winter sun. 

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Silence of Your Shadow

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Was it you I saw in the snow, and the wind?

Or was it the silence of your shadow?

Or your spirit searching

for some kindness in this world.

As if church bells still rang

from inside the fortress

and people could still gather

together safely.

No, it wasn’t you,

but I know I heard the whispers

of people as the wind blew,

prayers for peace,

some type of peace

during this season

of Christmas, and

the Festival of Lights.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

It Snowed Again Today

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It snowed again today, winter surrounding the autumn flame. He put on his hat and coat, remembering his younger days running, falling down, sledding down Tucker’s Hill.

He just stood there, feeling the silence falling, even though he was older now, he suddenly had an idea, involving a trashcan lid and the thrill of sliding down – Grandma’s Mountain.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

As the Snow Fell Quietly

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There was a presence in the trees, as the snow fell quietly

it nearly took his breath away, this presence counted his scars,

and then there were none

as if he looked back

as a survivor

that could see the air now

a presence that held him

still, he remembered it suddenly

as if it were light.

Yes,

it was called

peace.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies