“Barring love I’ll take my life in large doses alone–rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.”
― Jim Harrison, Wolf False Memoir
For the last few nights, there has been a cicada singing in the fig tree. The sound carries through the still night air, and each note lingers as he calls for a mate. He emerged after a quick rain storm one stifling evening. Each night his song seems to grow more desperate, and I fear his pleas may be in vain. The monsoons have arrived and brings an unexpected but welcome shift in the weather.
stormy muggy night
lightning bolts in distant sky-
raindrops quench parched earth
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
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 26 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