
She wanders through the garden, stopping from time to time to press her nose into a fragrant rose. He loved this time of year, he thrived in the fresh cool spring season. Oh, how she misses him, and those days and nights spent in this very garden. Her most precious memories are those of summer, and balmy afternoons spent beneath the willow tree, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Closing her eyes, she can almost feel him even now, caressing her sweat glistened skin. The smell of lavender dancing on the air reminds her of his rough hands as he toyed with her desires. She became whatever he wanted her to be, a wanton nymph who would fill his every need.
They needed no one else, for theirs was a love that grew more potent with each glance and every touch over the years.
He’s gone; she lives for only her fading remembrances. But sometimes in the heat of a summer day, she hears his voice whispering to her in the stifling breeze, Come to me.
And even though she is old and bent, her blood stirs at the thought of him. Soon, my darling, soon.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Inspired by my poem, Under The Willow
Written for Magaly’s Telling Tales at Poet’s United

March can be unpredictable here in the desert southwest. Mornings and evenings are cool, days are mild. By midday, I am changing clothes from sweatpants to shorts, and then by sundown, back to sweatpants. Evenings are perfect for a dip in the hot tub, and for my crazy Viking husband, a cold plunge into the pool. All too soon, we’ll be missing these perfect spring moments. The heat will roar across the desert, sending sizzling waves into the trembling air.
wet winter, spring blooms
tiny dandelion spikes
push through the damp earth
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse: Haibun Monday
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The temple speaks, Embrace quiet peace let it flow
into your storm tossed soul until your heart at ease
your body again whole for here is where we meet
in the after life, this desolate place waits
for you and I to be the beacons of light,
as we grow gossamer wings and take flight
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Art Flash 55

kumano-kodo
footpath to enlightenment
release of all thoughts
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: 1618 Kumano-Kodo

changing forms
all around the Buddha
clouds in a blue sky
© Jane Reichhold
Buddha being Buddha, calm
emblem of peace for the world
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

It’s an overcast cool spring morning. The sun peeks through holes in the clouds, trying to force its way into the sky. In the garden, wildflower seeds are establishing their place. I sit on my ancient bench and listen to the bees. They are going about their day, gathering pollen from the Indian Blanket flowers.
blue buddha blessings
sending strength to sprouting seeds
desert life takes root
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Season Your Poetry Part II
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