I remember an overcast day walking home from school the rain had washed earth clean the ditches were running full and crawdads were swimming away
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
Bluebonnets and dreaming of home, a time when life moved slow as bees sang their praises in the meadows and Indian Paintbrushes reached for the sky
Home -Linda Lee Lyberg Wish Wanting Hope, dream, yearn Feather in air Borne along by wind currents to heaven
The Empty House -Linda Lee Lyberg The darkened house sits all alone Across the quiet street No longer anyone to call it home As it waits in utter defeat.
Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.” -Euripides Last night, we had dinner with old friends we hadn’t seen in a while. She: A beautiful, boisterous woman who speaks her mind, regardless of who is in the room. Amazing conversationalist.… Continue Reading “Profound Beauty”
I have let go of my old life. You know the one. The life where I got up earlier than God, rushed,rushed,rushed. Worked all day, and part of the night. Jetted to somewhere different, worked in a different location, a different city. Encountered harshness… Continue Reading “Let Go”