The Early Morning Light


In the early morning light, leaves speak of peace

and a gentle rain

while a bumble bee hovers

watching me, as if I was intruding.

A chipmunk darts, when a pair of wings opens

and hops from one tree limb to another, hopeful.

“Will you release your prayer?” the crow seems to say,

I realize in the early morning light, of the deep forest…..

it is time.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Doves in the Morning Light

Light Streaming

When I see the doves in the morning light, I know there is still

some tenderness in this world, a gentle strength,

they encourage faithfulness, don’t they?

Yet I see their determination

to be vulnerable,

and to be



Note: Based on a poem called “The Doves”, posted May 2015

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

As the Wind Gently Moves the Tall Grass


As the wind gently moves the tall grass

on the side of the mountain,

a few bees

contend for the wildflowers swaying,

and my heart is at rest, 


as the shadow of hawk wings


passes over – stirring, bringing

a sense of adventure.

And in the wind now, I can hear

Him speak.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies