As the Wind Moves

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As the wind moves through the tall grass of the mountain

with a soft voice, a whisper really

reminding

we are of the earth carrying 

fragments of soil in our veins,

pieces of clay in our bones

and an echo of the divine

in our skies.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2019, ancient skies

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In the Wild Wind Down by the Lake

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In the wild wind down by the lake today, my hat blew off

and flew away, while the Mallard snickered

and the heron smiled silently.

I know he smiled

he was holding back a laugh.

I saw him with my own eyes,

no really, I did.

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