Dreamscaping

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And I saw the edge of a hawk’s wing filled with wind,

while the crow lived in the shadows waiting his turn,

but within a whisper

I was brought back to earth,

the smell of lavender and vanilla,

My Love rolling over,

planting a kiss on my cheek.

Her smile saying,

“Good morning”. 

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Spirit Walking

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When I walk I never walk to a place, but simply

to take in the peace of the sky,

the shape of the clouds

while dreaming of poems,

a prayer will escape sometimes 

from my spirit

while I breathe in

all that was made.

Have you seen the clouds today?

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Our Place Within the Sky

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In the splendor of the Earth, and all that was made, within brown and white tones

of hawk feathers, we find ourselves in awe really

of creation, both its beauty and strength, and we wonder

of the power of wings, the sharpness of the eyes

the shape of talons, curious

of where we belong,

and our place within the sky.

 

Poetry  © Copyright 2019, ancient skies, image from Audubon

Sky on Fire

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When even our sky is on fire, we know it’s close to the end and yet,

fire is not always judgement, perhaps the clouds are lit

because of our need for beauty – to encourage

and build us, to restore our hearts and

hopefully bring a new beginning

instead of the end.

       

We can grow strong when the sky speaks to us.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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