Of Green Toads and Babbling Brooks

Image by Josee123 from Pixabay

Don’t bother trying to find me
because I’ve gone away
I’ve run off to the country
to live out my remaining days.

I’ll walk a country road,
and pause by a babbling brook
I’ll laugh with a green toad
and read my favorite book.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille 126

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

The Life of Crystal Blue Coyote

Image by Janet Meyer from Pixabay 

I am Crystal Blue coyote, running through the arroyos
chasing my mystic dreams with wary golden eyes
My world is this resplendent varied desert
for every season brings what I need to survive.

Spring paints the desert floor with wildflowers
I lie among them listening to honey bees
and delight in the sun glistening on butterfly wings
while high in the sprawling mesquite,
the curve billed thrasher sings
a haunting melody soothing and serene.

Summer comes rushing in with its searing heat
as the sun beats down parching my homeland
Palo Verde weep, releasing their last golden blooms
leaving only the stalwart cacti to thrive
while jack rabbits and cottontails hide in their shade
nibbling on the moist thorny flesh to stay alive.

At the end of summer comes the monsoons
warring and raging across the dying desert
I shelter in a rocky enclave to wait out the storm
From my cave-like space, I watch dust typhoons
dancing and praying for rain, and at last it comes
the rains pour from a tempest sky, flooding home.

With autumn comes spectacular sunsets
in reds, oranges, purples and hot pink
an artist’s rendering splashed on the horizon
mixing the colors against a sky of aquamarine
As I watch the vastness moving, changing,
I believe in a supreme being, one greater than me.

Winter in higher country brings intricate flakes
to the mountains surrounding the low desert
bathing them in an ethereal white glow
I venture from home, yearning to run, to play
And leave my pawprints on pristine ground
for others to find and follow on this cold winter day.

And though some men regard me with disdain
for I am an adept scavenger and wily coyote
In many ways I am blessed more than them for I
have the heart and soul to respect the beauty before me.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: For Day 18 of National Poetry Writing Month.

earthweal: Earth Day Challenge

Moon Waltz

Restless moon dances to calls of the loon  
from on high in a blue violet sky 
tempting briny undercurrents to swoon
enticing frothy tides to fall, to rise

With each phase of the lemon chiffon sight
lusty oceans bow to her siren calls 
as the sultry mistress moves through the night
twirling and swirling in a starry waltz

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Playing catch up as I was too busy to write yesterday. For Day 17 of National Poetry Writing month.

Indigo Blue

Image by Sebastian Ganso from Pixabay

Misspent youth
girl with cornsilk hair
seeking love
flower child
her old guitar still weeping
in indigo blue

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #221 Synonyms only: Search & Lost

Perilous Precipice

Image by Jan Mallander from Pixabay

“Men argue. Nature acts.” 

― Voltaire

Leaden grey clouds dot a troubled horizon 
whispering ‘we yearn to rain to ease pain’ 
burdened with atmospheric weight
a vanta black sky turns melancholy

But today is not the day the clouds will finally rain
though harsh rolling thunder shakes the restless air
Our existence is on the edge of a perilous precipice 
for we are deaf and blind to our wounded earth’s screams

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Morning Walk

On my morning walk- Mesa, AZ

Stark antique
white blossom against
delicate
papery
bougainvillea painting
an azure washed sky

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

The Love a Dog Leaves

Image by josmo from Pixabay

We are still here 
flesh and blood and bone 
Yet he is gone
drifting away in melancholy 
grey smoke memories
Of more vivid days

Sometimes, we hear 
his demanding bark 
or the tap, tap ,tap of his paws
whispering 
on the cold tile floor
his restless soul 
must be wandering
back and forth 
over the rainbow bridge
making sure 
he’s left the bones behind  
for us to unearth 
and find his greatest gift-
that of unconditional love.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poetics: The Print the Whales Make

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

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