walking – Ancient Skies

In the Solitude of a Snowy Day

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In the solitude of a snowy day the flow runs so much better,

doesn’t it? An internal flame lit

leading our writing

from the heart,

from the peace

of our spirits.

Calling Me to the Silence

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I was seventeen when I first started wandering,

walking in the woods my spirit

calling me to the silence

a journey discovering

the peace within,

and yes

it was snowing then.

Beginnings.

Embracing Spirit

Within our limited frames we are so much more than just bones carrying our brains,

an inner life of traveling through, of breathing in and embracing spirit,

the true person not seen.

Ghost Writer

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Did you think I was dead? I admit I look ridiculous standing in the middle of the forest,

enjoying the fog, listening for angel’s wings,

but I’m just waiting for the flame

of another poem, or at least

some simple phrases

to be lit deep within my heart.

So no I’m not dead, not yet.

A Meditation on the Lake

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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.

As if Prayers Were Always Answered

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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.

Down by the Lake

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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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