Soon it Will Be Christmas


A cold wind descends, blowing through the pine ridge,

coming down from the mountain

sloping, traveling down over the  boulders

and into the valley,

causing young and old

to sink further down

into their blankets, as they lay sleeping, 

dreaming of bells on sleighs

and gifts under the tree

for soon, it will be…..



Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Sunlight through the Pine Trees


When I look up and search the heavens I don’t see a face

smiling or angry, but I do see the spirit of all

that was made, still strong in the branches

of the pine trees, and there is

something encouraging

being said, as the light

shines straight

into my soul.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

Pine Trees

pine trees on mountain

It was the pine trees,

that caught my attention today,

standing tall.

What do they see,

when they look at us?

Do they see ants?

Do they see our problems,

our messed up world?

They speak serenity,

always green,

peaceful witnesses,

to life,

reaching up,

pointing the way,

to the heavens.

Covering the mountains,

calling to us,

to lay our burdens down.

 pine needles


 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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