Winter enfolding, with layers of peace descending,
in the silence of snowfall
we move beyond the rage,
ready now for our time
of quiet reflection.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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Emergency Personnel
Have you ever been in a car accident? Or had your house on fire, or needed an ambulance? Or been caught in a blizzard?
This is a thank you to all of the emergency personnel that help us in our greatest times of need – thank you!
You are some of the most amazing people! You are the greatest of all heroes!
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The Roar and Rage of Winter
He squinted his eyes against another attack by the icy wind. The snow tore sideways now, containing small chips of sleet, he shrunk his neck even further down into his parka,
with one hand holding onto his hat. He was tired of this roar and rage of winter, the daily fight with the wind.
But he was a tough ole guy and on this day he leaned in, lifting up a prayer, thankful that he had a job to go to,
which meant they both had the medical coverage they needed so desperately.
No ugly wind would ever take his wife. He was a tough ole guy still fighting, the roar and rage
of winter.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
A Meditation on the Lake
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
Silently Through the Pine Trees Unseen
When it snows I often think about God,
it must be exhausting carrying
the weight of knowing everything,
all the time
yet He moves silently through
the pine trees unseen,
and when He walks, there are never
any tracks in the snow,
only the peace
He left behind.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
The Breath of the Forest
I sometimes forget to walk within my healing,
boundaries not withstanding
often preferring
the purity of winter,
the breath of the forest,
and hawk wings balancing
on my shoulders.
Scars?
What scars?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Yesterday
Yesterday, we seemed so young back then, didn’t we My Love?
Even the sun seemed brighter,
and we could trust
in the beauty
of our world.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies, flower is a rose of sharon
