Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing

After a summer of dying trees-
parched leaves littered around,
barren skeletons break the brilliant azure sky
Autumn slinks in with a mournful sigh
and the world holds its breath
chanting why, why, why
while democracy as we know it,
takes its last exhausted breath
and dies.
© Linda Lee Lyberg November 10, 2024
Photo by Dan Smedley on Unsplash
Author’s Note: It’s been a long time since I wrote a poem. Our summer has been so long and brutal, there are trees dying all over our neighborhood. No amount of water was enough.
Your sadness is palpable.
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Well done, Linda. Great to see you posting again!
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Hello again, Yes altho this link is a little dusty, it sure is nice to receive one of your poems! Pat
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I have no words lately except the ones put together in poems. It helps. And the trees too! My word, no rest for the weary. Remember there are tons of others feeling the same way. You are not alone.
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I hear you Linda, here in Australia it is the same and of deep concern. Last summer we had little spring rain leading in, and no rain during summer at all (most unusual) and winter was late this year, so here we are anxiously waiting to see how summer plays out this time. Last summer we lost an estimated 4,000 trees in our shire. This poem resonated.
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