Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Sweet wild vine flowers blossom
fragrant poetry in the air
by the river murmuring
a beautiful summer song
wandering breeze rustles
between green grass tendrils.
Here, beneath the dusk of sun
and coming of strawberry moon
I meander in peace and harmony
as fireflies twinkle in the gloaming.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
I like the peace and serenity of this poem.
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