truth spills her elegance
as we walk north at sunset
sky, heaving with pastel pink
can you hum a tune
whose melody can last one vibrant life
you, my friend are ablaze
dream catchers catch dreams
as if in the recycling bin
reweaving astral visions
we are portrayed with
clear smooth porcelain features
soul stirring embers
the fires of autumn
crackle as old patterns burn
released in pinon air
Kate Lamberg
towering pines in bellingham~
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