Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Blooms on butter yellow roses whisper
sending goosebumps across my skin
the tender voice of my mother calling,
‘Come see it’s Spring again!’
Mockingbirds caw mimicking
rowdy black crows
as jeweled hummingbirds chase
tiny gnats mid-air,
fat honeybees amble
from flower to flower,
subdued by their burden
of golden pollen
Here in the garden,
curious scenes abound
around the burgeoning
wax green shrubbery
burly wood timbers decay
under hot pink buds
as spiny desert lizards play
among random stones
And though my dear mother
has been gone for many a year
When shimmering sunlight is perfect
I know she is at rest in our peaceful garden
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Day Three of National Poetry Writing Month.
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
I liked the opening piece of the poem as if you are talking to the butter fly
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I can see her smiling from here ❤
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❤️😊
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Your title drew me….this poem is sooooo beautiful. I love the “imagine” on your wall!!!!!!
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Thank you Sherry!
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