Parched, the thirsty soil cries out, Longing for relief from drought, Respite from the heat.
The Color of Love
Red is the color of love? I say, No!
Dichotomy
Without is sunshine new green, a warm gentle breeze— Dark clouds rage within
With You
From here They look so close together, As though we could hop from one to the next...
Her Smile Warms the Sun
Her legs impart their strength unto the cedars; Her arms instruct the honeybee to work...
Thorny Blessings
Just imagine how fragile the rose would be without her thorns June 14, 2017 ~ Haiku Copyright © 2017 Linda Luna - All Rights Reserved Photo © 2014 Encore Enterprises
Into the Wind
Like the feathered flower so the transient traveler into the wind
Sensing the Sea
She gazed upon the backdrop, bright With hues of sky-blue-pink, And wandered, hardly knowing quite Where each new step would sink. The warm wind tossed her auburn hair, Dropped salt upon her lips, And brought to her the fragrant air, As if on laden ships. She paused a while and tuned her ear Toward the …
Garden of Dreams
Cultivating thoughts nurturing meditations my garden of dreams
Change
Some people come into our lives and we hardly know they are there. They drop in and right back out again like callers to a crowded open house. But then there are those who come inside and take up residence, and almost imperceptibly they change who we will become... and we them.
Dark Side of the Moon 
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