light peaks through

light peaks through the water colored curtain
like moonstones on mars, as effortlessly
as wind swoops up & cools our shoulders
after the height of heat, this october

afternoon, around three
found us crawling
in the garden,
dead-heading & weeding--

letting the true
colors of autumn
spring to life- if only
for another month

yellow orange red joy
if only for another month
the grandest golden light
hitting marigolds--restoring her

purpose in shiny new shoes
set out for eyes to wear,
as they go walking through
leafy paths, lumbering again

as branches from yesterday's
storm are gathered carefully
to host a fire in reborn eyes
to remind those who wander

lonely-- that this height of
beauty shall stay within our hearts
as long as trumpets sail sounds
of lives on point--spinning without needing

another blessed thing--outside the leaves
are scarlet, are falling--for love is sighted
on this apple tree,
below we sit, simply

smelling the rotting apples--
biting the ripened ones that fell in our laps--
the sweetness&tartness

lingering--as we are grateful
for everything--softly, as palms
together do whisper--do sing

Kate Lamberg
 

part of a watercolor by katyajo~ (circa 1990)