When
June is come, then all the day I'll sit with my love in the scented hay
And watch the sun shot palaces high that the white clouds build in the
breezy sky.” ~ Robert Bridges
perhaps we can dream on backs aligned
with fertile grassy earth- leaving
us no choice but to peer
upwards in praise, without fear,
all that brightens & billows--throughout
the remaining cycles of our days
poem and photo by Kate Lamberg (c) All rights reserved.
perhaps we can dream on backs aligned
with fertile grassy earth- leaving
us no choice but to peer
upwards in praise, without fear,
all that brightens & billows--throughout
the remaining cycles of our days
poem and photo by Kate Lamberg (c) All rights reserved.
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