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Sacred Hawk

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Sacred Hawk

For a couple of weeks

Each morning as I walked to the barn

A lone hawk circled high above

and disappeared

 

Hawks have been symbols in

my life for years

What did this one mean?

 

This morning I saw a trio

circling in the usual path

of the lone hawk

As I walked under my

dying pecan tree

I heard the rush of

wind over wings and

there it was …

right above my head

not threatening

but …

flying close enough

to hear it swooping

near my head

 

Looking up …

I saw it rejoin the others

and continue their

morning flight

 

Was this close encounter

a blessing …

or

a warning …

Either way …

it was a sacred moment …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Shades of Grey

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Shades of Grey

Some say life is always

Black and White …

Good and evil …

Right or wrong …

Nothing in between

 

I seek a balance

Because of this choice

some claim it is

avoidance …

living in shades of

Grey …

 

For me this is  a

CHOICE …

I look at things as

they come …

individually …

not as a universal whole

never putting things…

events…

actions…

people…

into specific slots

But … seeing the big picture

because of the difference

because of the

Shades of Grey …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

*Note: Written from the daily prompt at www.dailypost.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

 

The Universe

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The Universe

Once that door opened

When I saw the possibilities

I knew the time was now

No more holding on…

holding back…

pretending to be someone

I could never be…

 

I saw my future

The possibilities awaiting

No lies…

No manipulation…

No ego getting in the way…

 

The stars called my name

Begging me to follow

Challenging me to

take that one chance…

All I had to do was …

Just open the door

Walk away

And become

one with the stars …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

She Waits…

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She Waits…

Wrapped in her granny’s quilt
Gently swaying in the board and rope swing
her daddy made when she was four
 
She waits…
 
Twilight and the sky is purple
Full dark still minutes away
 
Eyes peeled for the first star
She has done this ritual
since she was little
sitting on granny’s lap
Waiting…
 
Smiling…
First star and now for the
Starlight poem
Next to show…
The Dippers ~ Big and Little
Finally…
Orion’s Belt
 
She always looks for them
always the same order
just as granny taught her
 
Waiting…
 
Until she finally rises
just above the trees
Her Moon…
And…
Her heart beats faster
As she praises the beauty
of another Full Moon
 
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry and Photography
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
 

Anticipation

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Anticipation

Anticipation

Anticipation

Can it really happen?

Begin Again?

We can never go back

It can never

Be The Same

BUT

Can we start something…

New…

Different…

Better…

Than before?

OR

Is Anticipation all that will be

Wondering…

Dreaming…

What if…

So…

It has all come down to this…

Waiting…

Longing…

Anticipation…

Again…

Can It Be?

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry

Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.

As Ever, Annie

Sacred

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Sacred

She wanders in the 
Early Morning Dew
Memories held tightly in the
safety of her hand

These are too precious 

to be shared…
for her only to see…
safe…
to keep sacred

Entering the sheltered
Willow…she pauses
opens her hand slightly…
Hardly breathing…
daring herself to look
between thumb and pointer finger…
she is assured…
it is still there…safe…sacred

The one memory  that plays 

over and over for her like a movie…
But…
only when she has the courage to release it…
never knowing if she will be able to capture it again…
to hold it close to her heart…
safe…
secure…
sacred…

No yet…not here…not Today…
BUT
Soon…oh, so soon…
she will release that sacred memory…
the part of her that keeps her alive…
Release it she will…

AND

Become one with it…
the memory she holds so 
DEAR
Become one with it again…
Going where it may lead her…
Always following 
with it held dearly in her hand.

SACRED

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry

As Ever, Annie

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