Wings Over the Lake

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In a vision, I stretched my wings out over the lake

as I accepted my calling and watched the wind

stir the surface of the water.

And there was a sun now pushing

the clouds again, so I could see

the words shape shifting

into a poem

of late autumn light.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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So Many Words Spoken Over Us

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So many words spoken over us, at times unseen

as if they gently rested

on our shoulders, whispering

into our spirits, both

hawks and doves,

so that in our peace we can

pull down every particle of grey

and black smoke

drifting,

creeping in from our ruined history.

Until finally

there is enough glory

to write a poem,

pulled down

from the sky.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

In the Light that is Barely Dawn

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A thin layer of ice on the corners of the window now,

as you gently move the curtain aside, she stirs

next to you under layers, lumps under her mother’s quilt

as you see only a hint of the sun, and you realize

there is joy in the mystery of another day,

a sparkle returns

to your eyes again, as you stretch

and your wings extend, covering

your Love, with a beautiful shadow

and you begin forming –

shaping the words

of a new poem, in the light

that is barely dawn.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies