Charmed Chaos

The April wind came to visit here today
Whispering wisdom as it sang through the trees
And though I couldn’t see it I felt it rushing past
Leaving in its wake the music of rustling leaves

Closing my eyes, I listened to discern the melody played
I heard the grey mockingbird and cooing of peaceful doves
And remembered a happier time of carefree bygone days
When this wretched disease had not created such a stifling haze

Then I heard the message the wind spoke through the trees
This too will pass, let prayers of hope shine brighter still
For all the world to see and so shall it be

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

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Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Writing memories with ink’s stain
As words bleed upon white paper
In morning’s amber light of dawn
While the rest of the world sleeps
Song birds are beginning their day

I put a voice to my wandering thoughts
So long after I’m dead, other poetic souls
May ponder them on cold dark winter nights
When frigid air breathes blue frost clouds

As they drink candlelight cups of steaming hot
Mulled wine to warm their dog-tired souls
They read the words put to paper long ago
And though my flesh, my breath, are gone
My poems will live on and on

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

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Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

I remember you

In autumn when you shined

As a cool wind ruffled your hair

With the turquoise sky reflected in your eyes

Your melodic voice sang a ballad

Filled with crimson colors of changing leaves

While you strummed your battered guitar with ease

The epitome of a gentle soul at peace


You never knew, did you

The depth of my love

But perhaps now wherever

You are you do

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

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