Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The air is cool and apple crisp as I take an early morning walk through my garden. There is a hint of Autumn’s gold gleaming on the wings of birds as they soar through the turquoise sky. The breeze rustles through the Mesquite tree,… Continue Reading “Garden Walk”
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.
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… Continue Reading “Rose Garden”
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Venus dappled in shadows during the golden hours waiting for the sun to kiss the fragrant flowers
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