A Meditation on the Lake

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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

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As if Prayers Were Always Answered

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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

Down by the Lake

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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