we danced in the open field

we danced in the open field
naked- we returned to being
unashamed of our own skin

our bones supported our lithe limbs
captured the low sliding gusts of wind
as willows swept their organza finery

all things forever return
to the pure sense of photo synthesis
all things greener in summer

reminding us
of our own origins
better than any text book

our presence in green meadows
all at once familiar,
and yet, a new fragrance

of no need to do a blessed thing
has risen up to meet us
head on- wings open, wistful

for another space of sun
weaving through another
green grove of summer wonder

words and photo by kate lamberg (c) '14