Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

soft green wisps dangle on the lengths of willow branch sweep the late march air nearby, the red barn breathes pine planks in cimmaron watches the growing spring haiku and photo by kate lamberg..(c) '14

there's a kind of finality in action simply noticing the high tide mark on the tall wintered grasses embracing both the shallow, rising & the great heights, falling in humbleness we dance through differences winter sweeping into spring wearing a warm redwing birdsong gently pushing cold air skyward words and photo by kate lamberg..(c) '14

trying so hard to clutch onto its truth essence slips through our grip offering the simple grace as stark trees pressed on melting snow knowing the words touched one breathing soul (or one fleeting bird) that is enough; i can breathe between the bite of its bark, and wooden arms reaching walking more slowly, steps find the footprints of remembered strength braided with this new fragrance snow melting, branches soon to bud to be intimate with all things is dropping the need for anything to feed the automony of soul it's done, deliberately-then flung becoming waters rising beyond the sky we notice when we sit against cedars never rushing nor holding the river words and photo by kate lamberg..(c) '14

from the hilltop looking west, she was grateful of it being march, as the rosy maple and the sturdy oak were up to no good, leafless-- exposed to the northeasterlies so  i could make out in between the trees how the etched low tide inlet was moving slightly in a grey ink from south to north, and would become one with the long island sound possibly by sunset--the way she was moving, and  the western shore seemed to be drinking the diminishing light just as simply as crocuses punch their little oval faces through the cold porous soil-- roots from years ago like the scales from fish smoothing its noted roughness while dissolving, becoming one-- with the soft loamy earth words/photo~ kate lamberg..(c) '14