Tree Idyll (Idyl) Poems

The Balmy Month of August

During those dog days of summer’s dream-rest,
When crops robust in days, that are hottest.
I sought to find my love peacefully asleep,
Under...

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Harvest is over
crops are in and
Fall’s first killing frost
stirs feelings of melancholy
sustained by winter's cold
With its bare trees
migration, hibernation
wisdom of fallow fields and 
mice attempting...

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I was having a heavenly day far from city noise,
when a north wind swept me up, swirling and twirling;
and tumbling, I found myself under a...

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Silence is golden or, so the saying goes.
But what is silence? Absence of sound, unspoken words, the stillness of the night?
Silence is a miracle of...

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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...

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My cottage becomes a mystical Universe                   ...

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I have walked for a mile 
in her footsteps.

She
offers a cooling balm
for the heat of my frustrations.
Leaning against that solidness gives pause,
to stop and drink...

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Not under a Banyan tree 

I drink coffee under an elm tree, one of many in the avenue; filtered sunlight 
makes shifting pattern on the...

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Towering, organic orifice; 
Spiring, glistening steeple
Wholesome, organic form; 
Brokered, burnished symbol
Environmentally-conditioned 
organism; Artificially-renovated 
copse
Bland, earthy edifice; Bright, 
glowing orb
Dull, lifeless timber; Vibrant, 
veiled oracle
Shielded, sheltered...

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King that saves out of the lion’s paw                 ...

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The heat hung on the spiders webs
tinsel from tree limbs
taunt between gargantuan boles
the golden hour lay garland on silken floss 
with its intrepid arachnid host.

Dream...

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Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets
Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues
I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather
Creaking softly in the...

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I dream of a day
when there is total blending.
Like sombiant in host.
the self extension that is self.
Total penetration in each other.
The discussion of eyes,
the echo...

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