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A pall of melancholy hangs in the air for Spring’s quick death came all too soon with the birth of the sun’s fervid glare and the waning of the lush pink moon.
Under the willow we lay on a hot summer’s day a blanket spread on dark damp loam.
snow silently falls
Summer clouds drifting
Elixir -Linda Lee Lyberg Ice tea Heat elixir Sweet, spicy, exotic Eases the thirsty soul craving
Summer Rain -Linda Lee Lyberg Can you smell the summer rain As it trickles, trickles, trickles down Washing away the grime and stain Appeasing the thirsty ground.