I am a mountain stream flowing
fresh and cold, clear and bright smoothing
stone edges, into a mosaic of painted hues adorned
by moments of my heart breaking and learning the inner
truth of my purpose to write until my bony fingers ache, to love with
every thread of my tattered soul. I am water, I am woman, I am a poet,
a dreamer, magic abounding in the most unlikely of places, a stranger’s
smile, the bloom of a rose, the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings.
Miracles, a painted dawn morning, a stormy sky
a dragonfly, a bird that sings, me.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg