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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.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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
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.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2018, ancient skies
Sagebrush as I walk through the tall grass
my fingertips reaching,
a feather falls from the sky
and the hawk yells,
“Good morning, my brother!”
his shadow covers me
as I lift my eyes,
searching the sky.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
A more beautiful healing awaits us in the autumn woods,
so gentle as the trees sway
the calling
of a quiet spirit
as if it was always
meant to be
deep within
our hearts.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
When our scars no longer determine who we are,
no longer write our poems
most likely
we’ve started walking
in the love,
we’ve always hoped for.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
The shadow of crow wings fall
on my shoulders
as a grasshopper takes off again,
from the tall grass,
a few more steps and the crow calls
as if to awaken me
looking up I realize
brother sun
is in both our eyes
filling us
with courage.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
