Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Daybreak comes with an ominous ink stain painted on the morning sky. The wind is silent and still, as if the earth is holding its breath waiting for the impending assault. No birds singing; rather perching close to one another in the dense shelter… Continue Reading “Morning Storm”
“Ravens are the birds I’ll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.” ― Louise… Continue Reading “The Raven’s Plight”
When the Santa Anas rage across the desert floor they fell even mighty saguaros who’ve lived for many decades. Howling and roaring they march, creating a wall of dust as jackrabbits run for their sheltered nests. Hairy tarantulas scurry to their burrows, diving underground to avoid… Continue Reading “Monsoons”
Survivor -Linda Lee Lyberg Mighty trees begin their swinging The tops touching wet earthen ground With biting hurricane winds stinging The world she knows turns upside down
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