Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Beneath the blanket of blue moonlight
beautiful mountains murmur
an ancient soulful song
from deep within rock grey stone
as verdant trees dance and sway
creating sacred poetry rustling
in the last sweet summer rain.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Summer’s End
Beautiful! 💕
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My pleasure!
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Lovely song – short and to the point but containing all the poignancy of the last rain. Lovely poem Lynda.
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Thank you Toni.
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Delightful. You make your words come to life. Truly lovely! 😊
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Thank you Beckie!
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Always a pleasure! 💗
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So beautiful! ❤
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Thank you!
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Nice collection of elements, Linda, in appreciation of the rain.
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Thanks so much Jim!
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Lovely.
–coal (Fireblossom)
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Beautiful!
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So beautiful, songs sung by the last sweet summer rain.
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Thank you Sherry!
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Lush … big sigh.
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So pretty!
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Oh that rain… love it.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Night skies and summer rain – you are correct – it IS poetry. Beautiful
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Thank you Margaret.
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