pumpkin friend at dawn

sky holds pink stripes on white
and blue peeps through
while she walks softly
through the dew laden grass

garden flowers, drowsy
welcome her quietly
she breezes past, taking
notice of how very much

she feels alone--although
she full well knows that
robins, blue jays, and gulls
are circling above in perfect

arcs to remind all who are
feeling left behind--that we
are neither alone or behind
the times--the edges of the warm air,

and her brushing against a damp shrub--
beginning to grow crimson berries..
are all the signs she needed to know
walking softly--every so quietly

towards october's end
she sighs along with pumpkin face
richly orange, jeweled fertile seeds
moist within--clinging to long thin

fibers of light orange flesh
deep inside the recesses
of a bright joyful pumpkin,
sitting upright in the garden at dawn

~kate lamberg (c) '14

~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14