Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Scorching summer did not come calling as it has in years past
instead, it seemed to sneak in with quiet rustling feet
between long shadows dancing on seeded rye grass
and red-ripe tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine.
The buttery summer squash gleams in brilliant sun
its giant saucers of green leaves are starting to wither
as the vegetable plants cower under the false shade
of multicolored beach umbrellas placed
beyond the lush garden’s gate.
And I with wistfulness sigh,
because its been a long and lovely
fruitful flowering spring–
from high in the mighty Mesquite
I hear the lone mockingbird sing.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Thank you so much.
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A poem brimming with sights and sounds. there is something to be said for a late summer.
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Thank you Kerry. Yes, and it is a nice surprise here in the desert.
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This must be wonderful… and I can feel the taste of those tomatoes.
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Thank you! There is nothing like the taste of homegrown tomatoes!
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Yes, this is a poem full of life,and color. Oh, I wish I had home grown tomatoes.
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Thank you Susie. They are the best aren’t they?
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Thank you for that perfect image of a playful summer! I can see her tiptoeing warmly, birds in her hair, grasses caressing her feet, making all things hot and bright in the best of ways.
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Thank you Magaly!
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The names of the plants are poetry itself and the summing up with the mocking bird! sigh. I LOVE the idea of umbrellas – it also lends a wonderful quality to the garden! I hope you keep spoiling us with images of your garden throughout the season!
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Margaret- thank you for such lovely words. They mean so much to me.
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