Autumn Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
These Autumn Idyll (Idyl) poems are examples of Idyll (Idyl) poems about Autumn. These are the best examples of Idyll (Idyl) Autumn poems written by international poets.
SENSE PLEASURE
Red honeyed apples
autumn leaves dewed
****** merge with sun streams
whilst children sleep dear dreams
Bobbing bubble baths
yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
smell the sour dough
nourishment oh oh oh !
Blue moon paints front stoep
knobbly hand whispers stories
of heritages and future glories
skin ripples aptly rapt
Prancing clean laundry dance
mother’s milk in melting mouth
puppy grovels dirt digging south
sound frequencies simmer smoothly
Von Gogh sunflowers float in
mental notes skipping
Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
come dine alive then to jive
Pleasure finding the lost gazed
glance glimmer with God at no cost
Earth to Heaven find
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000
Harvest Bounty
Season of harvest, horn of plenty;
Tiller of soil reaping the fields:
Grains and legumes, hay and vegetables,
Fruits and plants, and gourd family genuses;
Filling silos, barns, pantries, and cellars.
Grapes abound, on vines climbing trellises,
And plump, red tomatoes dangle from stakes,
While apples grapple to keep from falling,
And livestock fatten on pastoral grasses.
Reaper of fields to feed the many.
Crops quenched by rains and meandering streams
Are ripened under the inexhaustible sun
And spring forth produce abundance in season.
Cornucopia spilling over with autumn goodness.
I walked with him to the stable this morning,
And watched him soothe the cows awaiting
The barnyard coming alive with the sounds
Of animals in the morning a new day creating.
Then on to the large greenhouse full of plants
Already needing water as the sun was hot,
And many the plants were starting to wilt
I thought of the day’s chores in this lovely spot.
Almost before the sun had risen fully
To stir the children in the simple farmhouse,
The morning’s collection of eggs in a basket
We fed the chickens, a pheasant, and grouse.
Before the sun had reached its place at noon
The animals were all cared for diligently, and
Machinery readied for autumn harvesting,
The acres of field corn just like he planned.
FIRST PLACE TROPHY WINNER
written September 2, 2021
especially for "Idyll Thoughts" Poetry Contest
sponsored by John Lawless
Season of Harvest, Horn of Plenty
Tiller of soil, Sower of seeds,
Reaper of fields to feed the many.
(Grains and legumes, fruits and vegetables)
Season of harvest, horn of plenty.
Crops quenched by rains and meandering streams
Ripen under the inexhaustible sun.
(Spring forth produce abundance in season)
Cornucopia spilling over autumn goodness.
re-post inspired by Constance contest
Beechwoods,downland and common heath,
Chalky soil inches beneath;
Trees,jostling tall,
Leaf,yellow-brown in Autumn,fall;
Fallow deer feed at dawn and dusk,
Treading flat the beechnut husk;
Open heath,sandy soiled,
Whence commoners once toiled;
Roedeer,muntjac proliferate
As Nature reverts and liberates;
Winding brooks and narrow streams,
In mingled,muddled childhood dreams.
Autumnal Light.
Softly they walk on a day in October the old man
and sunlight amongst ageless olive trees planted
when his great grandfather was young.
On the track there is mark of hooves from flocks
of sheep that walk here daily on their way home
after grazing on the upland.
Bits of fleece on thorny bushes, black pellets
and the pungent aroma of the wooly backed
still lingers…
He sees the old cottage the roof has fallen
in and bushes grow through its floor, but
he doesn´t stop, it was all so long ago.
Light is fading wants to turn in, time to go
home for him too, autumn evenings are chilly,
and damp, no good for his chest.
WINTER
An unwelcome guest
You boldly pushed autumn aside.
Your fierce winds blow her fallen leaves
Forcing her to say goodbye.
Your bitter cold makes us cringe
As we reach for coat and hat.
We trudge through the ice and snow
And dream of seasons past.
Then one morning we awake
To the earth so calm and still.
The snow is sparkling like diamonds
From the sun peeking over the hill.
We thank God for His infinite wisdom
For this time to pause and reflect
To see the beauty of all His works
And welcome you here at last
Twilight falls on slender frame
Against a sea without a name
Ivory pearl smile, tucked in a rhyme
A beauty misplaced among the waves of
time.
Fearsome, a tremble
cold beneath an icy sky
only a dry tear in a thimble
shed after a lonesome sigh.
She is a single petal
caught in the wind
from memory to shade
reflection of a night lost again.
She is a prayer whispered
A dream faintly clinging
An iris in bloom
An Autumn in waning.
Her soul is a winter
cooling in repose
But her heart is like summer
a fiercely burning rose.
Her tears don't fall
they rest and shimmer
reflecting in the stars
as a heavenly glimmer.