The Hawk Ascends


A perfect union of earth and sky, drawing me in,

calling forth who I once was

before the ruins descended.

I take a knee,


letting go now of the prayer

I’ve been carrying

for so long, eyes closed

my back lurches and my wings extend,


as my spirit reaches

into the clouds.

Note: Is he human or is he hawk? It’s hard to tell sometimes. 


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Walking with the Sacred


Oceans will hold our prayers, as we walk along the shore

breathing in the peace of rolling waves, washing us.

And forests will hold us, safely

in our weakest moments,

until we have reached the top

of the mountain,

fully aware

and confident,

having walked

with the sacred,

that yes, we can trust,

the Divine

with our future,

as we lift

our hearts to the sky.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

A Brighter Blue


As I looked up at the sky this morning

the wind played with my hair

washed over my face

while a choir

of robins


the air,



A redwing blackbird streaked

through the oak tree

barely visible.


And I thought – why does life seem so beautiful

when there is a brighter blue?


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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