Walking Around the Lake


In the beauty of a softer sun, we can sense the embracing

of the earth

zipping our jackets, as we smell the leaves

our heartbeat quickens, dreaming

of apples,

as we walk around the lake

the wind lifts

our spirits.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies


Walking with the Shadows


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


against the ferns.

I start walking again, silently

with shadows blending.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Mountain Walking


As you know I love the mountains, even though I’m not able to spend as much time there as I would like. And I love writing about them, and walking around observing nature. Walking is one of my hobbies too. So I’ve decided that for the next few days, I will post poems about walking in nature, and especially in the mountains.

I believe that nature can bring great healing to us, in both body and spirit.

I often think and pray while I walk, and I’ll share some of that as well.

Welcome, to my Mountain Walking series.

I wish you peace.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

My Faith VI


My faith tells me that fading into the wall, doesn’t bring the healing

that even as our scars itch, some still with a bandage

we need to move forward, with our brightest, sharpest

sword and our shield lifted high, until

we are fully embraced by the light

and filled, with every color

of the rainbow.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies