The Truth in Mulberry Trees

Posted on April 23, 2021 by Linda Lee Lyberg

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I lie on the velvet moss forest floor
under the majestic mulberry tree,
clinging as roots take hold, surrounding me
while waxy leaves grow upon my serene face

In my ears echo ceaseless restless whispers
of rouge rotting fruit and tiny hungry worms
The one feeding the other and in turn,
Sweet mystery revealed of flesh and bone

In every life there must be quietus
and with every ending a fresh creation
for how else can we discern the meaning
of blossoming light and decaying darkness
and all that comes between with our solitude

Author’s Note: Written for day 23 of National Poetry Month. On prompt and the poem I chose to respond to is Philosophy from The Yellow Heart by Pablo Neruda

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