harp and flute braid sound
we hear but cannot describe
evening settles in
stars shine so brightly
each step on winter's earth knows
reservoir of stars
cats sleep soundly
until they awake, crying
mother love is near
searching outside for balance
like finding old tears in the sea
giving up, gaining
porch swing squeaks secrets
did you know i was painfully shy
returning to quiet
crystal moments soothe
the slightly bumpy soul ride
hay, horses, heaven
Kate Lamberg
portable bamboo shelter~photo by Kate Lamberg
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