For Beth






Summer warm as amber

smiled intricate with wisdom

full of ancient truth,

ran not quite

out of breath

before you

had to leave

to begin

a new season.


My inspiration

waxes and wanes

in autumn,

inhales strange pollen

exhales uncertainty

leaf by leaf.


I saw your face

in last night’s

full moon,

tuned by guitar

one note softer.


My rooms are

full of glass,

now vacant

of childlike laughter.

Yet my voice is full

as I call



Although years yawn

tired ahead,

sandalwood walls

sing with memory the promise

of future music




~ by dianeklammer on March 22, 2013.

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