Hope Runs Strong

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Hope runs strong in the heart broken,

yet searching the horizon,

believing in the healing

with a measure of success,

plundering

the kingdom of despair.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies 

Peace is Our Strength

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Waves roll with white tops cresting,

tossed by the wind

and as I stand on the shore

I realize the real battle

is within each of us

and peace is our strength,

so tangible.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies 

Mystical Snowstorm

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As I watch from the back of our a house, a mystical snowstorm embraces, engulfs the top of the mountain,

following the ridgeline, wind howling, raging into swirls, some sleet falling, tearing

at the bare limbs of the forest, and I wonder can there be any beauty in the middle of a storm?

Or should we expect the fire of an ancient prophet, or maybe visions of a flaming sword?

A few minutes later a quiet snow descends, reaching our neighborhood, as the wind moves softly now,

and God speaks, this time using the pine trees.

           

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.

Writing with the Winter Wind

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I haven’t decided yet if I’m still a river, but in the winter I do seek to write, filled with the winter wind,

with a touch of sparkle glinting off the snow. I reach in, and out at the same time with at least a partial measure of spirit, or try to.

I find writing from the spirit to be more honest, shaping words from what we cannot see. Connecting.

I love writing, so thank you for reading my posts!

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Sunset of December

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I was up high in the sunset of December

with shadows of tree limbs covering

and hawk wings flying over,

giving me a wild feeling untamed

yet I turned back to the valley

having surrendered, with dreams

of a hot cup of tea,

and My Love cooking

some spicy noodles.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: Sometimes small things are more beautiful.