trees – Ancient Skies

Walking with the Shadows

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A twig snaps under my foot, as I stop in mid-stride

a crow drops noisily on a large branch,

bouncing, looking, inspecting

my progress, while I let my foot down

gently. I stand remembering

the First People,

Crow, they were called

and that chief,

named Standing Bear. Shadows

moving through the trees,

leaving only feathers –

the crow hides quietly

this time on a taller branch,

perhaps there was a ghost

brushing

against the ferns.

I start walking again, silently

with shadows blending.

Rustling Leaves

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Rustling leaves, moving with the wind

carrying memories of prayers

and visions

of the green, healing

my spirit,

erasing the wars

with encouragement,

as a light rain

renews a song

within me.

Streaks of Light Dancing Through the Treetops

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On the tree tops, where the leaves meet the skies,

where blue jays fuss, and robins gather

with a few sparrows

an offering lifted, the wind

carrying our prayer

with streaks of light

dancing through the treetops,

on a summer evening.

And the Trees Stretch Their Bark Again

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As the snow melts, and the trees stretch their bark again,

our hearts can dwell on the coming green. We can

lift our heads encouraging each other, with

our pens, our cameras, and brushes

filled with light. It’s time now.

I Am the Wind and You Are the Falcon

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As I head home from work My Love, I can hear your voice,

drifting down the mountains, a song moving through the trees

And suddenly I am the wind, and you are the falcon,

extending your wings, as we both are lifted

up into the clouds.

The Sunlight on Our Faces

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Perhaps all we really need, is to lose ourselves on a quiet wooded trail

lifting our heads to absorb the caresses, of the sunlight on our faces

as we embrace the power, and the beauty of the pine trees.

The Cold Rain and the Wild Wind

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The cold rains and wild winds of March, came bursting into the forest

early this year, moving the pine trees, swaying the tall branches,

and yet we know the spring is just waiting to launch

the daffodils and to encourage our hearts

that the earth is born again,

as winter loses its grip

on us.

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