Every Walk Will Bring You Treasure


Every walk will bring you treasure, heart ascending

to the clouds, every step will slow 

your breathing,

as your mind unfolds

your dreams lifting

beyond the pine trees and over

the mountains.

No prophet ever saw such beauty,

the mystery of

your soul.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, and 2018, ancient skies

Originally posted March 2016 as, “Walking in the Woods”. Revised 2018



A Winged Nobility


A winged nobility speaks of a poem I once knew,

carries my thoughts beyond

just ripples on the lake,

further even

than a prayer left alone

yet sacred,

and into a measure

of spirit flying, over

the realm of peace

enfolding me

as the heron tilts his head again.


Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Our Prayers from their Wings


Even the hawks know, as they launch our prayers from their wings,

rivers run deep, in the lowest valleys,

running faster, and more beautiful

than ever before. And still waters

run a deeper quiet, bringing us

closer, awakening our spirits

to seek the river, and a hawk

to lift our prayers

from the earth to the sky.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies