Friday, January 13, 2012

holding pine branches





When one tugs at a

single thing in nature,
he finds it attached
to the rest of the world.
 ~John Muir


holding pine branches
needles flutter like insects
slowly to the ground

the sky at sunset
reflects everyone's bright smile
as sky moves through us

wind blown trees shake peace
rushing into hearts and minds
showing we are one

late afternoon rain
after seeing goethe film
seamless perfection

beach dreams deliver
hope to heal frozen over
hearts- hot pinked melting

sky turns from darkness
into light, with our breathing-
on time we arrive

Kate Lamberg
1/3/12

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