Posted on August 9, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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brush stroked dayspring sky-
Posted on August 9, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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I cannot see you but I know you’re here for the wind whispers your name and the mockingbird high in the mesquite mimics the blackbird’s song in memory.
Posted on August 8, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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And in the middle watch hours, Loneliness cries out your name as I reach for the cold pillow where your head once lay.
Posted on August 8, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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cattail susurrus
Posted on August 7, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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respite from turmoil
Posted on August 6, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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red poppy peeking
Posted on August 5, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Burdened by the weight of a thousand petaled thoughts mired in muddy memories of a love lost…
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