Charmed Chaos

In autumn’s lumbering light,
as wind howls, undressing trees
I thought I saw
a glimpse of golden brown eyes
yet I know it musn’t be, (crushed)
as you’ve been gone so many years
for the seasonal rains and I
have shed a river of useless tears
while drowning in both- sadness and bliss.

When white star jasmine blooms
on a cold brisk night, its scent wafting
heavy on crisp evening air, are you
whispering through emerald leaves
calling my name, (hushed) or is
my mind playing its endless game
that you are still here with me?

When a great horned owl cries
on high from the tallest pinyon pine
who, who, who, who, and I
sit alone under ghost- pale moonlight
awash in my melancholic plight,
that’s when I feel the softest touch
of your cool hand brush
against my warm cheek, (blushed)
or is it only a sly wayward breeze?

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Poets United Midweek Motif: A Million Years Howl when voices whisper among the trees

Also linking to dVerse Poets Pub where I am hosting tonight. Come by and share a poem, read the works of other poets and join in the fun! The Pub opens at 3PM EST. dVerse Poets Pub: OLN Casting a Spell

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