Autumn Dayspring

Dawn in Mesa

Peach faced sun peeking
over the painted horizon
singing with glory the promise
of a brilliant Autumn dayspring


Crisp cool air upon bare cheeks
the striking scene mesmerizing
I close my eyes and listen, in sync
with the tiny hummingbird’s tweeting


His joyous song dances on rose tinted air,
as he puffs his small iridescent chest
and mourning doves join with gentle coos
in this moment, I am infinite, blessed.

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

Poet’s United: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2018/11/poets-united-midweek-motif-morning-poem.html

Desire is a Slow Ember

Desire is a slow ember glowing, burning

Igniting flames to illuminate black night

Their need dangerous wanting, yearning

For that which is gone from tender sight

Igniting flames to illuminate black night

Two souls craving the fiery touch of another

For that which is gone from tender sight

Stoking hot cinders that will not smother

Two souls craving the fiery touch of another

Shedding clothes, inhibitions with wild abandon

Stoking hot cinders that will not smother

Love’s fire blooms, raging with unleashed passion

Shedding clothes, inhibitions with wild abandon

Their need dangerous, wanting, yearning

Love’s fire blooms, raging with unleashed passion

Desire is a slow ember glowing, burning

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse: https://dversepoets.com/2018/11/27/fire-up-that-creativity-dverse-poetics/

Brushstrokes

brushstrokes on blue sky

pampas grass sways with fall breeze

birds catch southern wind


brushstrokes on blue sky

silhouettes in golden light

soft rustling of reeds


pampas grass sways with fall breeze

graceful dance of cotton tops

a tuft breaks free, soars

birds catch southern wind

bidding farewell to autumn

before the snow comes

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem:http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2018/11/carpe-diem-1553-waving-pampas-grass.html

Photo: https://www.flickr.com/photos/treegrow/39399993912

Wicked

The Embrace, Lovers II, by Egon Schiele

The slow beat, beat, beat of your heart gives me a thrill as it begins to race, picks up the pace, what a wicked chill to feel the power of your embrace


While my soul conspires to consume your delicious taste upon my thirsty lips as your ocean crests and dips, slips into the abyss, sealing our fates

….Forever.

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

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Art: Wikimedia Commons

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge November 27, 2018

Good Morning everyone, It’s time for the Tuesday Writing Prompt over at Go Dog Go Cafe! Stop by, read the new prompt, and submit your best!

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Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt:  

Use the words “wicked chill” in any form of poetry or prose. 

Stay warm my friends.  Get those words warmed up and flowing!

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Waiting for the Roses

Rio Sambas

Here, in this place, this haphazard garden, is peace. The lavender spills into the path, breaking free of its boundaries. The bright orange Mexican sunflowers with their golden pom-pom centers, are blooming even now in late November. Bees hover around the milkweed, gathering pollen for their nutrient rich honey. We are watching a chrysalis for signs of life and soon, a butterfly will emerge, free to soar the azure sky.
The first week in December, the Rio Sambas will be at the height of their winter blooming. December 7th is my late mother’s birthday; they bloom to remind me she is always here.
This is my favorite season in Arizona. Other parts of our country have had their first snowfall, but here it is a balmy 72 degrees today. This is our Autumn, and we suffer through the brutal hot summers, sweating and waiting for these glorious days.

December rose blooms

brilliant petals blossoming

fading, fall to earth

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Haibun Monday:https://dversepoets.com/2018/11/26/haibun-monday-waiting/

Promote Yourself Monday – November 26, 2018

Hi All, It’s Promote Yourself Monday at the Go Dog Go Cafe! Stop by, have a read, and share one of your favorite pieces.