Mystical Snowstorm

As I watch from the back of our a house, a mystical snowstorm embraces, engulfs the top of the mountain,

following the ridgeline, wind howling, raging into swirls, some sleet falling, tearing

at the bare limbs of the forest, and I wonder can there be any beauty in the middle of a storm?

Or should we expect the fire of an ancient prophet, or maybe visions of a flaming sword?

A few minutes later a quiet snow descends, reaching our neighborhood, as the wind moves softly now,

and God speaks, this time using the pine trees.

           

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Note: We can see the mountains from where we live. Storms begin there and move in our direction.

Soon it Will Be Christmas

A cold wind descends, blowing through the pine ridge,

coming down from the mountain

sloping, traveling down over the  boulders

and into the valley,

causing young and old

to sink further down

into their blankets, as they lay sleeping, 

dreaming of bells on sleighs

and gifts under the tree

for soon, it will be…..

Christmas.

      

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Perfect Weather

Winter cracked open the sky today, letting loose a little snow

and a whole lot of wind, ripping

through the pine trees.

The perfect weather

for snuggling down,

and reading some poetry

together. 

      

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Standing Tall in the Wind

As I stand on top of the mountain,

where the pine trees face the wind,

two hawks soar

banking in my direction,

carrying strength in their wings

so that I can stand tall in the wind now,

encouragement fills me,

so I say, “Thank you my brothers.”

while sunlight dances

on the river.

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Note: From my archives.

Seagulls in the Wind

It was windy on the beach today,

with children chasing waves,

and seagulls

ruling the skies.

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Our Heart Song Riding on the Wind

You didn’t really hear me when I spoke but I was aiming more for the sky instead of your ear,

hoping the words would ascend floating

around in the heavens replaying

in the form of a song,

encouraging us

again and again. You looked up

and feathers began falling reminding us of snow,

it was some sort of sign I’m sure

we stood there

knowing we were the prayer

our heart song riding……

on the wind now.

      

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The Wind Spirit

Back in the day, when the Lakota still carried power in their feathers they would call on the Wind Spirit to protect them from the sharp eyes of their enemies.

The Wind Spirit would howl, blowing in a ferocious storm so that not even the hawks could see the lodges of the people, barely seeing the pine trees through the snow.

And the Wind Spirit continued to howl until all fear was gone having been breathed through, the nostrils of the Lakota ponies.

 

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