Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
These decaying leaves hold mysteries of life, death, and rebirtha miraculous blend of science and magic sustaining where they recklessly fall, creating a patchwork blanket to warm tiny seeds yearning to anchor into the richness of Mother Earth.
And the wind sighed as earth cried weeping toxic tears caused by man whose harsh hand has not held her dear
earthy path beckons lizards scurry underfoot peace in the forest ©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg Carpe Diem #1474 path into oblivion
There within fertile soil grows the tender shoots of crimson beets, earthy sweet and frilly carrot tops creeping down into the ground with tangled roots establishing their place until such times as they’re picked and land on the dinner plate.
The eery xylograph spoke to her as it jumped from the weathered page depicting where the sky met earth for the world was believed flat in this age.
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