Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Weeping leaves falling bidding farewell to their home a lonely heart cries ©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Tasting golden sun of Autumn on these trembling lips, soothing my soul spectral shadows dance with light in the whispering wind halting my cloud breath stunning music envelops as leaves fall
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” – John Burroughs slowing of summer
-By Linda Lee Lyberg As they flitter and flutter through the azure sky They pause for a moment, look down from on high
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