As Snow Clouds Roll Down from the Mountains


A quiet storm, as snow clouds roll down from the mountains

drifting over the valley carrying a few small flakes

meandering, swirling here

and there, and as I look beyond

the grey and white, I can see the shape

of hawk wings, his wings cutting the air,

his strength bringing

larger flakes, I quietly wish him,

“Good hunting my brother……”

as I zip up my jacket further,

and continue walking, now covered

in a deluge

of white.


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Praying Together


If we join our hands, and our hearts My Love,

perhaps our world will be

more beautiful when we open our eyes,

and if not, then at least

we will have the strength

to make it through

the storms.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies