Tag: Mother

Angels on a Misty Shore

She walks with angels on a misty shore.The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it.As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting.At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking the silence.Its powerful…

Whisper

I cannot see you but I know you’re here for the wind whispers your name and the mockingbird high in the mesquite mimics the blackbird’s song in memory.

Haibun: Mother’s Rose

The roses we planted together are thriving. They bloom profusely in Spring, and then again near your birthday in December. You loved your Rio Samba roses mom. I’m always amazed at not only their size, but also the profusion of color they display. I…

The Lake

She walks with angels on a misty shore. The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it. As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting. At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking…

#Senryu (Double): The Roses

-By Linda Lee Lyberg Your roses, blooming heady aroma of spice watered with my tears

#Senryu: Touch

Yearning for her touch

Weathered

Weathered  -Linda lee Lyberg I’ve done my best to forever remember Each line on your weathered face Your delicate hands soft and tender The beauty of your southern grace  

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