
who is it that grieves,
the wind blowing through his beard,
for late autumn?
(C) Matsuo Basho (Tr. R.H.Blyth)
live oaks weep with spanish moss
yearning for the cooling breeze
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Tan Renga

snow on the mountains
frost covered roofs, cold mornings-
late spring arrival
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This was taken yesterday about 10 minutes from our house. It is a highly unusual sight for us. We have had a cold, wet winter, at least for Mesa Arizona!

This poem is a thunderstorm raging across the scrubby desert
lightning striking mammoth saguaros, leaving behind
a spectral skeleton to rot in the coming hot summer sun
This poem is the sound of cold plops of rain hitting dry earth.
This poem is a flooding wash, where muddy waters race
forming their own paths leaving behind in their wake,
exposed crystals, minerals, tumbleweeds and gold
This poem is a flooding river in the once arid desert.
This poem is a kaleidoscope of southwestern wildflowers,
where once barren land save for chollas, and cacti is now a
beautiful landscape of opposites, lush blooms and deadly thorns
This poem is the hopeful voice of spring in Arizona.
This poem is a thunderstorm, a desert wash, and wildflowers.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman: Real Toads

While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a single stalk of plumegrass wilts.
© Ō no Yasumaro (circa 711), (Tr. Michael R. Burch)
drying in the golden sun
breeze spreading delicate wisps
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

full snow moon
stirs the ladybug
on cold bare branches
© Hamish
scarlet splash on black fingers
longing for the warmth of spring
a new day brings joy
budding branches flowering
fresh season beckons
ladybugs feast on aphids
protecting new growth
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: From the Carpe Diem challenge, a Tan Renga with a twist wherein we write the next two lines, a haiku, and the final two lines.

Grey
today
blue skies fade
give way to woe
as soft raindrops fall
upon my face, eager
to wash away my dismay
I say a prayer, ask for peace
to rid my soul of despair and grief
and through stormy clouds a glimmer, a shine
a beam of hope, peeking through dreary skies
the spirited sun, wielding the light
banishing away the drab blues
and in their place, saving grace
tiny seeds pushing through
the saturated
earth, giving birth
to new growth
from sun’s
rays.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

water reflection–
a flying squirrel across
the wisteria’s mantle
© Takarai Kikaku (Tr. unknown)
velvet petals kiss the pond
a downpour of purple rain
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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