In the Silence of Trees

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In the silence of trees, a mystery held

as the leaves gently hold

our prayers until the wind

moves softly,

through the canopy.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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On a Quiet Wooded Trail

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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.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

As Chipmunks Burrow a Little Deeper

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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.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies