Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Winter’s peaceful reflection a slowing of the seasons,
when time pauses in the frigid cold
while we ponder where the year has gone
contemplating our life with introspection
having no regrets so much for things we’ve done
But rather what we have not dared to endeavor.
And it’s in these moments we realize that life is but a game
a toss of the ivory dice, a thrilling gamble we brave to play
if we heed those tempting calls, answer with a resounding yes
with certainty thus, when we give our all
Will our life then be forever blessed?
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Beautifully written, thanks for sharing x
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Thank you for your lovely comment.
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Thanks Chuck.
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