The summer light seems so much more beautiful, streaming
through the coolness and comfort
of the dark forest.
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As the Hawk Flies Further
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.
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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.
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In the August Woods
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.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
The Canopy
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
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.
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
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.”
