forest green

if within a forest green
you were to receive the question
that would rotate rotunda doors
and cradle thoughts to endure the ride

where glassy spirits hang on cedar branches
and laughter lassoed all through the astral blue
skies of blackest coal--clear through
the deepest blue-green surrounding meadow

with shifting green accessories- donning days spent wistful
wondering what, if any, saints sat beneath these willows
realizing the amorphousness of time keeps us captive
for more exploratory salutations- yoga nidre' angels

Kate Lamberg

forest green~photo by kate lamberg~