Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
who is it that grieves,
the wind blowing through his beard,
for late autumn?
(C) Matsuo Basho (Tr. R.H.Blyth)
live oaks weep with spanish moss
yearning for the cooling breeze
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Tan Renga
An amazing picture with great poem.
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Thank you Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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🙂
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Lovely! And the photo of those magnificent trees with the Spanish moss is breath taking!
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Thank you kindly!
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