sitar and sparrow sounds
sitar sounds, coffee
fill the morning air,
while sparrows sing in the two story high maple--
so softly, she had to put the coffee down, and turn down the radio-- so she could hear the song that would lead her to knowing what is the most important thing-
to know, to be-- in all its simplicity-- to be an open field of wildflowers, being peace-
opening locked doors through the continual observing:
what sounds
fill this poet's soul with what is unchanging-
within a changing canvas of one sage green meadow-- bird flutters, and sings from the top of her wings, 'summer'
- kate lamberg (c)'18
fill the morning air,
while sparrows sing in the two story high maple--
so softly, she had to put the coffee down, and turn down the radio-- so she could hear the song that would lead her to knowing what is the most important thing-
to know, to be-- in all its simplicity-- to be an open field of wildflowers, being peace-
opening locked doors through the continual observing:
what sounds
fill this poet's soul with what is unchanging-
within a changing canvas of one sage green meadow-- bird flutters, and sings from the top of her wings, 'summer'
- kate lamberg (c)'18
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