Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
It’s an overcast cool spring morning. The sun peeks through holes in the clouds, trying to force its way into the sky. In the garden, wildflower seeds are establishing their place. I sit on my ancient bench and listen to the bees. They are going about their day, gathering pollen from the Indian Blanket flowers.
blue buddha blessings
sending strength to sprouting seeds
desert life takes root
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Season Your Poetry Part II
This is delightful, going to live vicariously for a bit if you don’t mind!
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Be my guest!
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You make me want to be in your garden too. Lovely photo, lovely haibun. And oh, you have bees! Hooray, glad they are not yet going extinct there.
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Thank you Rosemary. Yes, they love the garden – lots of flowers to choose from!
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Thank you!
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