Sunday, December 4, 2011

sitting at the base of a ponderosa pine

i read women poets, saintly, long dead
and try to breathe in their experience
as nature can help to create
various states of being,

just by my being
within the fresh autumn air
back upright, against a huge ponderosa pine
feet and knees submerged in soft pine needles

at the end of november,
feeling blessed beyond measure
sitting outdoors,  my sanctuary
of green, and brown earth beauty

focused, relaxed,
present to all that is,
and ready
to be a part

of all that is yet  to be--
i dangle, drop,  release...
all the past,
that no longer serves me


Kate Lamberg

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