This is not fiction, or even a poem. I fell today and I fell hard while walking in the park. I was on the ground for quite awhile. I’m in a lot of pain, even while typing this with my good arm. I will get to your messages eventually, and will only able to share previous work for a few days.
Thanks for reading.
Peace out.
Writing Copyright © 2020 rivers renewed
The darkness and coolness of the deep forest called to me today,
with streams and a river unending, my spirit went quiet,
listening to the bees and one stubborn woodpecker.
A tree stump became my chair as I was surrounded by the comfort of leaves….
I was even able to whisper,
a simple prayer.
Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies
An amazing thing happened to me today.
As I was walking, the sun was shining,
the wind was blowing,
dandelions
were popping up everywhere
in the deep deep green,
and cherry blossums
appeared out of nowhere.
Then suddenly…..
a smile appeared
on my face!
Can you believe it?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
Note: Keep fighting and stay healthy!
The sky was grey this morning, and I couldn’t find the words anywhere,
until I took the weight off my shoulders,
lifted a prayer
and stopped trying to save the world.
Then my grey sky turned blue,
words landed, took shape
and I could even write a poem
or two.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
As I walk along the beach, sensing the rhythm of the waves,
the depth of the horizon,
and the brightness of the sun,
I allow peace
to free my being
until
I am lifted
to the sky…..
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Butterflies dance in the forest, discovering the leaves
while the buzzing from a honey bee flies over,
but it’s the deer that discovers me first,
expecting her to run,
I whisper blessings,
with her heart at peace again
she bends down to feed.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase
expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me
but I am cleansed mostly
fig leaves never hiding me
or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,
waiting to write. So I begin again….
We all have a story.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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
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.
Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Perhaps all we really need is to lose ourselves
on a quiet wooded trail,
lifting our heads to the warm caresses
of the sun on our faces,
to fill our lungs with the air
from blue skies,
to embrace the power
and the beauty
of all that was made.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
