When the wind moves through trees on my morning stroll
I hear the breeze calling, a longing within my soul
‘Come, write what you hear me playing, let the words
float free like I do on a brisk sunny day.’
When I’m in my sacred garden down on my knees
with yearning fingers caressing lush fertile earth
I watch playful geckos dancing on the garden wall,
and in their graceful moves a poem will emerge.
When the mockingbird sings high in the lone tree,
I know he sings not at all for me, but still-
what bliss to revel in his elusive melody
and while away hours listening to his trill.
In these simple tasks I’m dreaming my life away
my mind is always swirling with stanzas unfurling
as I waltz to a symphony of music always playing
in my grateful poet’s heart on a fine spring day.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: Your Poetic Hum