i smelled the beginnings
"If not for you
the winter would hold
no spring
Couldn't hear a robin sing
I just wouldn't have a clue,
If not for you"
~bob dylan
i smelled the beginnings
of crocuses opening
alongside the road
in patches of purple song
seeing the robin before
we heard her sing
got limbs and hearts
ready for any blessed thing
to hear her song punch
an irregular hole in silken silence
is to drink to the beat
of spontaneous soaring
how blessed it is to be
understood even before
sunrise- how this solitude
feels like a sacred string
pulling all beings closer
just how iris shall spill her petals--
there's more than enough
blooms for you and for me
the winter would hold
no spring
Couldn't hear a robin sing
I just wouldn't have a clue,
If not for you"
~bob dylan
i smelled the beginnings
of crocuses opening
alongside the road
in patches of purple song
seeing the robin before
we heard her sing
got limbs and hearts
ready for any blessed thing
to hear her song punch
an irregular hole in silken silence
is to drink to the beat
of spontaneous soaring
how blessed it is to be
understood even before
sunrise- how this solitude
feels like a sacred string
pulling all beings closer
just how iris shall spill her petals--
there's more than enough
blooms for you and for me
words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15 |
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