daffodils burst into brightness
taking the short cut home
jazz licks ivories
woven through classical chords
syncopates, does shake
melodies rise high
above grey gnarled weeping beech
seen in silver cloud
sitting on the great lawn
peering down hill, river sounds
cartwheel up to meet ears
wind, plucking pine trees
settles questioning, as rain
smoothing rough dry mind
Kate Lamberg
3/19/12
pine trees~bellingham, washington~
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