Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The freshness of this spring breeze whisks away
any grey gormless clouds of winter’s memory
bringing sweet dreams of fragile sprouting seeds
to blossom and brighten our once dreary days.
From the gnarled lemon tree wafts a pungent tang
of crisp citrus in the air, enticing butterflies to dine
and lay tiny white eggs under wax green leaves
as buzzing honeybees gather fine powdered wine
of golden pollen within tender white blooms.
Ah yes! Bonny spring has come with ecstatic delight
I hear passionate songs of lonely male mockingbirds
a tender serenade tempting females through the night
so they can they build a nest in dappled shade, mate
then lay eggs and wait for their hatchling’s birth.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Poets United Poetry Pantry #442
So steeped in nostalgia for my hometown where springtime heralds such imagery. Loved it 💙
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Thank you!
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Such a lovely piece filled with scented imagery. Love this!!! 😊
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Thank you!
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March is still exercising her might but hope Springs eternal. 💜🌼
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Yes, it’s quite beautiful here in Arizona!
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It’s still dull and overcast here in Ontario most days, but the trees outside my window are looking expectant 🙂 I’m sure I see buds.
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Yay!!!
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You have captured the wonder and magic of spring so well in this poem! Just beautiful.
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Thank you Sherry!
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This sounds so lovely… bygone the gormless clouds.
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Yes, indeed! Thanks Bjorn.
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It’s often your work leaves me with a peaceful feeling. Thank you.
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What a lovely thing to say. Thank you River. Peaceful is good.
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Yes, it is. You’re welcome.
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I needed this today as we are still dealing with huge snow banks and what I call our snow mogul streets!
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Wow! I hope you get relief soon!
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Lovely! I am ready for spring!
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Thank you kindly!
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This is beautiful. I once heard a mockingbird outside my library window send out his lonely call for a mate all through the night for days.
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Thank you Susie. We’ve heard him for the last few days here.
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Yes! Saw our first bumblebees this afternoon. This is a lovely evocation (powdered wine!) of the season.
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Thank you!
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All that egg laying! Lovely. I especially like it in the second stanza where it follows “pungent tang” in the air. A very fine capture.
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Thank you!
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Lucious writing… “Gnarled lemon tree…” Lovely writing Linda Lee
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Thank you so much!
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Bonny spring! Waiting for this. 🙂
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Thank you! I believe it’s arrived here in Arizona. 😊
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“gormless clouds of winter’s memory,” .. gosh .. such incredible imagery in this poem, Linda! 😀
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Thank you Sanaa!
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A lovely Spring scene!
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Thank you kindly!
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Love all the bright images, the promise…
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Thank you Magaly.
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Sooo fine, Linda !! As an orange tree gardener who once thought it was a lemon tree, this is indeed the marvelous life of the fruit tree in spring. Besides this mine has sprouted numerous small bead sized pale green balls towards the outward ends of every branch.
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Marvelous! Judging by the blooms coming, we’ll have a bumper crop of lemons this year.
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