The Softness Will Whisper


Within the safe haven of leaves and tree branches,

within the depth of the lake,

the stillness

of water reflecting,

the softness will whisper 

of peace, of a healing within

bringing a quiet

to our spirits.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Light Was Already Dancing


As I walked into the woods today the light was already dancing,

filtered through the leaves,

pulling me,

pulling my spirit closer,

into the healing.

I stood for a long time

at rest, confident,

grateful even

that I was part of the earth now,


of the light dancing.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives.

Listening for the Healing

20160514_120002As the wind moves through the canopy of forest,

memories of prayers sway

with the branches, listening

for the healing, I close my eyes

and realize

there will be no war

to shield my scars,

only a light rain now falling,

renewing a song……

within me.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

Note: From my archives a revised poem.

I Remember the Forest Speaking


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