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#Tan Renga: White Crane
how I wish to call
a white crane from Fukei,
but for this cold rain.
© Kikaku
fishing in tranquil waters
the circle of life complete
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1669 Tan Renga Challenge White Crane
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A Walk in the Park
Walking the path round the lake this bright early morn
Songbirds are singing while chipmunks scurry and dart
as squirrels freeze on the trail, shake their tails then run
A few people are fishing, and the lake looks serene
no jumping fish it’s still, with only an occasional ripple
from a swimming American Wigeon’s wake- stream
A sudden wind brushes the broad body of water
it shimmers like glass gleaming in the brilliant sunlight
as the shadow of a hawk up high trembles on fluttering waters
Under a tree near the path, two crows are having a talk
the male begins his ritual dance, with black tail feathers spread
hoping to catch her eye with his flirty flamboyant walk
Though this is a city park, with the lake man-made and stocked
all kinds of animals flourish here near the dry scrubby washes
for fresh water is the magic lure in a desert that’s landlocked.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Wandering and Observing
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: The Tuesday Platform
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#Tan Renga: Flower Fragrance
coming to sea cliffs
the off-shore breeze raises
a flower fragrance
© Jane Reichhold
salt crusted air hangs heavy
heady perfume of nature
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1668 Tan Renga Challenge flower fragrance
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A Rose for Mother
My mother instilled a deep respect for nature within me. She taught me all I know about gardening and encouraged my curiosity about the world around me. I remember her best in the garden. Her slender hands stained from the earth, her eyes as blue as the sky. Wispy hair pinned off her neck to catch any cool breeze in the humid summer heat. She wore her favorite old jeans grubby at the knees, and a faded cotton shirt. She never cared what she wore, for she would rather spend her last dime on a new flower.
She loved to watch the sunrise sitting on her back porch that faced the woods. She sat in her old rocking chair, drinking her coffee and listening to the birds serenading the dawn. Although she is gone, she was/is my touchstone for what is real in my life.
spring rose profusion-
memorial for mother
velvet petals fall
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday Memorial
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#Tan Renga: Hibiscus Red
unable
to get hibiscus red
the artist eats the flower
© Raymond Roseliep
exotic essence lingers
with each exhaled petaled breath
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1667 Tan Renga Challenge Hibiscus Red
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Contemplation on a Spring Morn
A man and his dog, hearts fierce and strong
sit in contemplation on a gorgeous morn
while shadows play across each face
as they enjoy this magnificent day
The dog content to be by his side,
the man grateful for all in his life
Weathered hands that can create
beautiful works of art, and yet caress
my tender heart with incredible grace
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Weekend Mini challenge Portraiture
Poets United Poetry Pantry #481
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Mysterious Nature
Mysteries within the chrysalis of the transformations that go on within
Pieces of a puzzle falling together as a caterpillar shifts and the butterfly begins
What does the caterpillar think while she’s undergoing such an amazing change
Does she know her life is going to be forever altered and re-arranged?
And once the colorful butterfly emerges and begins to soar
Does she have any memory of her earth bound life before?
One of the glorious miracles in our amazing nature world
when a furry caterpillar becomes a butterfly with wings unfurled
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Willow Poetry: What Do You See?
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