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She walked in the green fields now remembering the curves
of her hand in his, and those times he gave her
a wildflower to tuck
behind her ear,
with the smell of trees
and the beautiful deluge
of robin song,
it was spring now
and she dreamt
of smelling his neck
and the protection
of his umbrella
as they discovered the earth
all over again,
walking in the park.
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Snow and ice crunching under his boots, and a strange gray reflection
rippling across the creek, with deer tracks on the other side.
He paused, zipping up his coat a little further,
watching the trees bend.
He remembered traveling through time
hunting for visions with bows
wearing buckskin
and an occasional feather,
but it was long ago
on horseback,
so instead, in his reflection
by the creek,
he took some pictures.
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Take a walk in the wilderness, and set your mind free
from the chains of this world.
Breathe in all the goodness
made for you and I.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
A quiet storm, as snow clouds roll down from the mountains
drifting over the valley carrying a few small flakes
meandering, swirling here
and there, and as I look beyond
the grey and white, I can see the shape
of hawk wings, his wings cutting the air,
his strength bringing
larger flakes, I quietly wish him,
“Good hunting my brother……”
as I zip up my jacket further,
and continue walking, now covered
in a deluge
of white.
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As the leaves fly, high up on the ridge, swirling
in late autumn, the bears within
our spirits, lose their hold,
claws releasing
as a oneness returns pulling us
back into peace,
with the smell pine trees
and the healing of the cold air.
We can walk even further now.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Now you might wonder why do I use his own photos? Well, that’s easy, there are two reasons really. One, is that it’s much easier and faster!
I remember starting out blogging, and searching for hours for just the right picture, to go with a piece of fiction, or a poem. And I realized I could write a lot more, and have a lot more time for everything, if I used what I already had. I can also find my own photos easily.
And to be honest I’ve always loved photography. I have thousands of photos from different devices, though I’m not a professional. So, part of my walking hobby is to go into nature and photograph what I find.
I have also found that I can start with a photograph, and write a poem around it! So cool!
So, it works well for me. It is rare that I use a photo outside of my own library, but it simply means I couldn’t find a match for the poem.
And yes, it is true my photographs are copyrighted, so please don’t use them without my permission.
I wish you peace.
Writing and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Our mountains seem quieter now, the silence
of bare trees, fewer boots disturbing
the trails, and creatures of the forest
choosing to stay
indoors, preferring the burrows
of warm earth, covered
with layers of dry leaves.
As the hawk flies further away
searching for her food.
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