Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Amber light streamed down from the arched windows, splattering the altar and their upturned faces and there in that golden moment, they found peace in the holiest of sacred places
In my youth I expected wild displays of affection but over these many years upon intense reflection I’ve come to enjoy the quiet presence of your steady love for it is so much more than I ever dreamed of.
Her heart once laid among the ruins of a crumbling wall broken shards from promises made but never kept but then he came along, and she with relief… wept
Let my embrace be the place you slip quiet as a floating ship… a harbour a refuge from the violent world
Linger here persimmon… in fire dawn for winter is coming much too soon rest in cool arms of rich golden autumn bask in the orange haze of harvest moon when the leaves fall and leave mellow fruit as you ripen in smoldering morning… Continue Reading “Persimmon”
Weeping leaves falling bidding farewell to their home a lonely heart cries ©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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