My love, come to the garden to pray Pass through the gate that’s always open For God is here to guide your soul’s way. Advertisements
As I walk the path in the rose garden, my senses come alive. The brilliant hued colors of the roses draw not only me, but the butterflies as well. There on a rose, sits a praying mantis, patient as it waits for dinner. The…
tender shoots spring forth fertile loam teems with earthworms
Where sacred souls sleep
dusk in the garden
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Venus dappled in shadows during the golden hours waiting for the sun to kiss the fragrant flowers
Sweet and innocent
A feast for the nose The delicate rose’s perfume Sensory delight. Copyright©2017 Linda Lee Lyberg Author’s Note: Snails have no ears but their sense of smell is their strongest sense. Pixabay Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge
In Praise Of The Garden -Linda Lee Lyberg In those secret corners My fertile mind creates This simple life without borders A thriving world without hate.
The tranquil arbor Amidst the garden’s idyll One with all nature.
Edible flowers Feeding our soul and body Clover,rose, pansy Feasting on divine beauty God’s wondrous loving spirit. Copyright©2017 Linda Lee Lyberg Author’s Note: For more information on edible flowers Depositphotos Edible