the birds of summer fold their wings back upon themselves
as coolness strokes, claws and beak become unhinged,
as natural as the wind– bravery beats at every turn
truth seeps deeply: oh how we must learn

when to hold onto browning branches,
and when to push off— leaving no traces
scrupulously scathing-
as flight leans into letting go

~kate lamberg… all rights reserved.(c)8/19/13