trees – Ancient Skies

Autumn Birds Leaving

A particular gentleness swayed

through the tops of the trees,

in a crisp cold air

whispering,

letting me know

the autumn birds

were leaving.

Autumn Memory

We were so in love My Love, we hardly noticed

the mountain wind moving us closer,

cheeks rosy,

holding each other,

your hair all over the place

our first autumn together,

with tree limbs swaying

while we fell in love.

First kiss memories.

The Silence of Trees

20191109_154734

Faded eagle dreams and faded jeans, combing grey hair, boots laced and a light weight camera,

the trails call, moving my spirit beyond crows, rejecting dark wings…I become the silence of trees, and wildflowers holding bees,

where light flickers through the canopy, I seek to know, as anyone could know, the Lord God,

like I did as a young man….

in a place that peace

calls home….

Winter Shadows

100_5577

In the shadows of winter, bark becomes prominent

in diffused light

the roughness of cold air,

with vague memories

of life lived in green

we pray for the life of the sun,

to be lifted again.

Acorns

20191109_154834

In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,

in the silent barreness

of our woods underground

bumble bees draw close,

and chipmunks remain silent,

praying for a blanket

of snow, and to remember

where their acorns

lay hidden.

In the Silence of Trees

20160709_140126

In the silence of trees, a mystery held

as the leaves gently hold

our prayers until the wind

moves softly,

through the canopy.

On a Quiet Wooded Trail

20170628_154153_002

Perhaps all we really need is to lose ourselves

on a quiet wooded trail,

lifting our heads to the warm caresses

of the sun on our faces,

to fill our lungs with the air

from blue skies,

to embrace the power

and the beauty

of all that was made.

The Sweet Victory of Hope

20160709_140207

Each leaf takes its turn, dancing

in the sunlight, proclaiming

the sweet victory of hope

in the affirmation

of spring.

As Chipmunks Burrow a Little Deeper

20180204_121733

A shifting drift on the mountain ridge maneuvers

as a fresh layer of frozen white settles into the Earth.

The bluest of blue skies seems to hold in the coldness,

as chipmunks burrow

a little deeper, to escape the cold

and the watchful eyes of the hawk perched high

in the pine trees.

The Forest Unseen

20171018_145631

As I walk through the forest unseen, blending into the trees

God speaks

in the tall branches.

Usually He is very quiet

as I listen

to the silence of the leaves

in the wind.

Category: trees