As the Hawk Flies Further

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Our mountains seem quieter now, the silence

of bare trees, fewer boots disturbing

the trails, and creatures of the forest

choosing to stay

indoors, preferring the burrows

of warm earth, covered

with layers of dry leaves.

As the hawk flies further away

searching for her food.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

I Remember the Forest Speaking

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I remember the forest speaking, being lifted up with birdsong, woodpecker knocking

under the watchful eye of the hawk, and I will try not to dwell on the death of the colors

as I bury the leaves under my feet, instead I will look forward to the birth

and the snow that covers us, with so much peace.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

In the August Woods

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In the August woods I love how the leaves cover us

and the noise of politicians is erased, even the highway

becomes a distant memory as our souls

find protection in the trees, our minds,

free now to listen, and

be healed.

       

And our heartbeat and our breathing become noticeably important,

in the stillness, and in the life, of the woods.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Canopy

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When we spend time under the canopy, a simple walk here can make the world less dangerous,

or so it seems, we feel safe in the light of eternity, basking

in the assurance that we are made

filled with the peace

of the trees.

       

Stronger because of the clean

oxygen.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Quiet Spirit

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It was unusually quiet in the forest yesterday. As I walked up and down the trails, there was not even a breeze that moved the tree song. All I could hear, were the sounds of a small bird’s wings, and the water of a stream, softly tumbling over the rocks.

I thought, maybe the Creator held back the birds from singing, just for a few moments, so He could hear the prayers echoing through the trees. I was in the middle of a religious center, and the silence seemed to be the lifeblood of faith.

It did bring a calm, and a strength, I have seldom known. 

Here are some photographs.

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Be blessed this weekend!

       

Poetry and Images © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Restoration

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Sometimes we are so beat up

so worn out, that we retreat

into the forest, or a dark

mountain trail, or at least

into the dark corners of our weekend,

seeking the solace

of rest.

     

May you be restored physically, and in every way this week end.

Peace.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”