Gazing into the washed rose pink sky mottled with wispy clouds drifting by there on the wavering horizon  a majestic steeple arisingabove purple fog crawling an omen beckoning and callingCome, rest within hallowed peaceful hallsyour prayers answered within these sacred walls. ©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

In his hands an ebony melancholia violinand a forlorn bow with delicacy, captivates as it pierces my heart with indigo blue notes seeking sweet solace, their place of restbleeding into the deepest part of my soulwhere brassy trumpets never blare or shineand wistful harpsichord’s music is forever risinglike a lonesome moon in the blackest of nights. ©2019 … Continue reading Melancholia in D Minor

And do you know my darling your fiery caress fuels this flame as my imagination leapsthe thrill of exploring your manly heat with my wanton searching lips, feeling your heart beat, beat, beatdesire unleashed, unencumbered, becomes a howling tumid beastyearning and aching for a slow release – As passion should be savored- tasting with eager tongues this exotic tea of … Continue reading To Savor Passion

I hear poetry …in melodious notes of blue rain songas emerald moss croons to the lonely streamand shimmering fish dance in clear icy waters— an arioso symphony–When the white winter air clouds my warm breathwhile grey doves huddle in the barren treesand Northern Flickers peck, peck, peck…I hear poetry ©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

Waning moon in ice blue sky did you breathe a weary sigh when the winter solstice moved youAs you shined your brightest light that night, did you hear the angel trumpets on high blaring Hallelujah, Hallelujah! When you share a cold dawn with the brilliant sunDo you still hear golden musicAnd as you die your death in the … Continue reading Ode To Dying Moon