Winter Introspection

Winter’s peaceful reflection a slowing of the seasons,
when time pauses in the frigid cold
while we ponder where the year has gone
contemplating our life with introspection
having no regrets so much for things we’ve doneĀ 
But rather what we have not dared to endeavor.

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Promote Yourself Monday – December 17, 2018

Hello everyone, It’s Promote Yourself Monday at the Go Dog Go Cafe. Pop over to the site, share your best, read and comment on the works shared. Have a fantastic week!

Earth Magic

Endeavor to see the magical
with the innocence of a child
wherever you may wander

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The Phone Booth

Credit: Kukasmuu.com

She stands alone in the bitter cold, waiting, hoping to feel useful again.

It seems like forever since she heard a human voice, a vibrant hello, joy and laughter echoing here. Oh, how she enjoyed those calls!

And then, there were the others that made her weep. She cried along with the caller when there were tears of grief, or the bitterness of a scorned love. She listened while they rambled on, even though no one was on the line. She cradled them in the confines of her space, wrapped her arms around them doing her best to offer comfort.

Her brilliant red dress was once a shining beacon. Now she is an archaic reminder of the time when people used her to reach out to loved ones, or to conduct business. She was useful; she mattered. Thinking of those times makes her heart soar and her bells ring.

These days her only visitors are the mice seeking shelter from the snow. They’ve built nests in the abandoned corners of her unkempt booth. From time to time, a flock of pigeons in their luminescent suits of feathers arrive looking for food.

But she has nothing to give to anyone anymore.

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

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In Praise of the Sun

Milk glass clouds kiss a turquoise sky as the tangerine sun arises
Crisp cold breeze welcomes with ease the coming of a new day

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With Briefest Brush of Lips

With briefest brush of lips upon my tender cheek
Cool fingers trace a path down to my racing pulse
I know your true intent, the hot release you seek
With a silver touch creating your desired results

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Garden Grace

In this humble garden, grace lives here in the sweet scented roses
with them swaying in the breeze, as trees shed their gentle clothes

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