
“Do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?”- Pablo Neruda
When autumn’s burnished light
drifts across the garden,
copper shadows stagger
onto the littered path
I ponder what leaves are feeling
as they scatter at my feet
Do they know their life is over
and soon, they’ll rot and die
returning to mother earth,
Kissing fresh air good-bye
until they meet again,
On fresh limbs of a new tree
bursting forth in spring?
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Just One Word Burnished

plum flower branches
casting shadows in lamplight
on cloth fusuma
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
At Carpe Diem, we have been asked to re-work the following haiku:
arranging the plum-flowers,
I would enjoy them in the light of the lamp,
as if in the moonlight
© Taigi (1709-1771 ?)

He thinks of her when late evening shadows fall
across his haggard wrinkled face
as he aches to remember every detail,
wanting once more to intimately trace
with his smooth fingers the luscious shape
of her hips even when she aged,
were pure joy to embrace
as side by side they lay.
He wants to feel her red rose lips
pressed to his, the way she kissed
when she felt his desire,
his love; raging passion rising
with their bodies in sync, wrapped
in this beautiful rapturous curse.
These memories haunt him now she’s gone,
for the hunger and yearning grows worse
with each endless night and day.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: At dVerse Poets Pub: MTB by Changing your perspective Bjorn has asked us to write from a different perspective. I seldom write from a man’s perspective so this is my attempt.

Velvet
black petunia
striking a regal pose
majestic shade in the garden
Blossoms
captured in bewitching moonlight
aubergine in sunlight
mysterious
flowers
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #152 #Poets Choice

morning glory!
the well bucket-entangled,
I ask for water © Chiyo-Ni
raindrops on purple petals
glistening orbs reflect light ©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Today, we have been given the challenge to transform a haiku by Chiyo-Ni into a tanka. Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1775 Morning Glory
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

A swiftly failing memory
cast in hues of black and sepia
an 8 MM movie
flickering shadows on a blank screen
caught between imagination and reality,
life becomes a deep dark dream.
And in this fugue mental state
when a mind is fading, waning
thoughts move like sliding doors
on a dirty rusted iron track
getting caught in all the debris
of insignificant memories.
And then there are those days
when the mind is crystal clear
and the lovely music of yesterday
still wafts on the fragrant air
remembering those you hold dear
before in darkness, they slip away.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This is how I imagine Alzheimer’s to be. My mother had some dementia in her later days, but I am grateful she never forgot me or my husband.
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics On Shades of Black
Tuesday writing prompt at Go Dog Go Cafe
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

through colorful trees
a withering wind whistles
leaves float on glass lake
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Frank J. Tassone: Hakai Challenge #111 withering wind
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