autumn blues

the still muggy warm air of october leaves
her restless---waiting for the cooler dry
to wrap around her slowly opening
heart---to dance with what
is changing all around

and not to offer
any resistance
is the leafy path
she was ordered to walk
in a whisper--sometime
long ago--

when walking
was new; where beauty
sung both loudly, and in
a hush of a prayer

purveyed in a swish
of deepening reds
and golds-

 the leaves,secured on trees,
 and those that crept free--
filling the skies with wonderment

clearing her eyes
of the pressing pain of lies
that got her in the solar plexus

she returns to the path
carved by her need for solitude
soon to be shared with one

who reaches to hold her hand
through all kinds of weather
no longer feeling she had to be
a fair weathered feathered friend

but one who warbles along
until along the worn stones at sea
until the stones stop clicking a salsa tune
beneath the all embracing moon

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14