A Meditation on the Lake


As the wind drives ripples over the top of the lake

I feel my shoulders relax,

and cold air fills my lungs.

And the ease of letting the day go

surprises me as I meditate now

on my spirit taking off

reaching up,

into the clouds.

I am free and freer still.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies


As if Prayers Were Always Answered


Slowly turning, falling, finding its way

in the soft wind

a snowflake floating

as if prayers were always answered

descending down

until finally finding

its way

to the man’s nose.

Producing yet another

smile on his face.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Down by the Lake


We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,

and as we pull close silently

closing our eyes,

I can see the fog drifting

over the water,

as if there is a voice drawing us,

and the trees

are our witnesses 

as we take off our gloves to hold hands,

loosing track of time,

staring then

into each other’s face. 


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