Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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… Continue Reading “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… Continue Reading “Angels on a Misty Shore”
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.
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… Continue Reading “Haibun: Mother’s Rose”
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… Continue Reading “The Lake”
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Your roses, blooming heady aroma of spice watered with my tears
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