The Crow Calls to Awaken Me

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The shadow of crow wings fall

on my shoulders

as a grasshopper takes off again,

from the tall grass,

a few more steps and the crow calls

as if to awaken me

looking up I realize

brother sun

is in both our eyes

filling us

with courage. 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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Where Poetry is Born

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In our spirits, the very core of our beings,

lives a special place, a sacred space,

moving us beyond

our tears, our fears,

into the quiet side

of our hearts

where poetry is born.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, revised 2018, ancient skies, originally posted July 2017

The Weeping Willow Tree

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Branches and leaves from the weeping willow tree bending

yet, still holding the sun in place

filtering

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

The Window Over the Bay

Window on the Bay

As I look out the window My Love, I can see our reflection in the water

shimmering, as the sun smiles, as if heaven does care,

whether we are happy.

My Love, we have found each other

our two souls moving beyond

the surface floating,

yet tangibly together,

you and I.

     

Note this was written about an anniversary get away, and based on a poem posted July, 2016

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

It is the Light

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Memories of our most sacred moments will often find their way,

drifting,

into our hearts

with our void seeking,

as if sunlight sparkles

on the surface of the ocean,

filtering

through the deep.

I wonder

if we are more than waves

rolling towards the shore,

curling

into a magnificent spirit,

crashing

then washing the Earth.

It is the light isn’t it?

That moves us beyond

the pain,

into the new hope shifting

taking shape

within us.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies