Seasons Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
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The train immortal blazes a path
Through the seasons of Norway, stopping at my doorstep
To unload a passenger, who looks at me,
Then lounges back,
Taking an apple off of my tree,
Talking to the spirits of the wind in a foreign language.
The next train will come soon, I know.
That's the way of life here:
The people come with their black moment-freezers
Touch buttons a few times, sheets lighting up,
Then jump onto the next train back to Oslo.
Thoughtfully chewing on the fruit of many years of labor,
The person yells the only Norwegian he knows into the forests...
That simple "Luftputefartøyet mitt er fullt av åler!"
Tells me, snickering from behind the barn
That maybe this man is here to stay.
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
Spring‘s gone,
Summer days,
Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace.
Silently, I gaze from secret place
Consumed by memories
Of happiness shared of you and me,
Snowy days spent by the fire
Entangled souls seemingly
We beat the odds with evenness
Blissfully…
In this present moment, a longing touch rises within
Where giddy hearts still afire
Passionately so…
In an instant,
It begins to rain within,
I sigh, you sigh -- We
Breathe…
Field mice nest on stalks,full of harvest food;
The lark departs now,with her second brood.
American Doublet form
A
chinook
silently
melts the lying
snow
Alexander leaves now shiny green,
Young stems for a tender cusine;
Lambs lettuce in a salad course
Jacj in the Hedge with mutton sauce;
Sweet Cicely , Marjoram mix and thrive
On shingle bankswhere sa beet survives;
Tansy's spice scented for full flavour
Flowers in omlettes soon to savour;
Seasonal plants of an English clime
Medicine,herbs since ancient time.
To the forest I must go.
Trees laden down with snow.
Winding paths, towering poles.
Secret hidy holes.
Little faces watch, as you go by.
With a flicker of the eye.
The denizens of the deep.
Need a place to sleep.
Oak, Yew, Fir and Pine.
All growing, supine.
No concrete jungle here.
Only the roaming deer.
Fruit abound, sweet and ripe.
Trees climb up to the light.
The forest is a place of joy.
Do no destroy.
Do raindrops know
when dandelions cry
flowing flaxen feelings
like honeysuckle hues
cuddling a marigold morning
Will weeping willows wake
parched parades of poppies
silted by searing seasons
stigmas of seedless seduction
shadowed by stormy sunsets
Can rainbows of renaissance
twist tulip tongues
so stamens of wilted whispers
oscillate osmotic overtures
of pistil pardon
Do thundering trumpets
mourn misty meadows
when dandelions cry
tides of tawny tears
widowed in floating fields of life
The sun is set,
dew kisses my skin.
The sky darkens
and the day comes to an end.
The darkness succumbs
to the light of the moon.
A brand new day
will be upon the earth soon.
But for now, the fireflies
laugh as they dance.
I think that star just winked at me,
so I take another glance.
The man in the moon
is wearing a big grin.
So I just smile back,
and the day comes to an end.