sepia tonalities
changing filters to muted sepia
no longer steeped in spring green
we watch the softening
a quiet celebration
when woods only echo
each successive step
on leaves rained upon
the previous damp day
where one knows
how a single foot can be
placed in front of breathing
skeletal forms-- walking through
prickers, tics, a single holly
shouts her red berried song
roughness, smooth on contact
spirit's intermittent dancing--
we become the in breath/out breath
within the mushroomed wood
words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15
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