Nature Idyll (Idyl) Poems

Long mist of cottonwood trees;
In the country I am-MY Shepherd JESUS;
Land ladden in brooks, small hills and trees;
And within me; 
I ALLOW HIM TO LEAD...

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Sweet honey of harmattan 
What a season you are 
To see thee at the eleventh hour 
At the end of the tunnel 
And flown come...

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A dog’s day

It’s not that I’m lonely I like the beauty of the landscape
without having anyone to interrupt my thoughts, telling
me how nice it is.
My...

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The Fresh Month of April

Puffy clouds in overcast skies
Sweep across the countryside,
Releasing rain on valley and hill
In the fresh month of April.

Where birds trill and...

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We took a tour of the farm this morning,
Thinking it would be a bore in early fall.
Watched them mulching strawberry beds,
And collecting the last of...

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As the song of the River cleanses my mind
I am gently caressed by reflection.
And whilst the Sun's touch softly sinks through my skin
I contemplate Our...

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a remote forest,

its pond motionless, moonlit;

a sudden cloud of Mayflies

sweeps down across the water:

sudden, ghostly koi feeding

w/ thrashing and leaping,

only to vanish in time....

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On a black carabao's back,
a dazzling white heron 
slow-dances,

the feathers on its graceful, 
slender neck the breeze 
romances !...

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The trees and the hills are singing songs of blessing in your mother’s land paving into Kingdom of love banging into healthy situation to welcome...

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superfluous drizzle
this tranquil cottage scene

April’s meadowlark sigh
sweetly symphonic slopes
green glistened gradient

hillside reeds rejoice flat
rejuvenation blessed
by philanthropic sun

illustrious wisdom
showers ivory slates
of winter remembrance

villagers swim downstream
lips kiss...

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A ribbon of blue snakes through the hills
Carving its path as it meanders along
Rushing and gushing down to the sea
Burbling and gurgling, hear it singing...

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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...

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singing, entrancing
the winding stream cleaves the high valley
grey mist consoles silent sentinels
of a remnant sylvan ribbon
midwinter dawn excites the sleeping wild rose
all is whiteness and...

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In the manner of lovers
I embrace the dream.
In the nature of solitude
I cherish your desire.

It is an act without intention,
The cause remote;
And I am in...

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Circ’ling down in brilliant whiteness,
Sett’ling here upon the ground;
Blowing now about the bushes,
Making patterns straight and round.

Perfect beauty, perfect whiteness
Now assails my clouded sight;
Spread unbroken...

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