Winter Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
These Winter Idyll (Idyl) poems are examples of Idyll (Idyl) poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Idyll (Idyl) Winter poems written by international poets.
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 entry
during long, cold nights
Yet farmers are never idle
caring for their animals
cleaning, repairing equipment
checking their fences
cleaning fields and
clearing tree lines
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November 20, 2019
F G I series 9 idyll
Brian Strand, sponsor
"An idyll is a type of poem that focuses on the normal routines of normal people in a rural setting." -PoetrySoup, Types of Poems - Idyll definition
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 glimmered ripples
madly in love with reflections
how quickly forgotten
all quickly forgiven
natural mortality rates
the river wisely runs
babbles off mortified
naturally misanthropic
immortal tethers rein
superfluous drizzle
3/7/2017
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
Land of dreams and content.
Days filled with wonderment.
Beautiful women, forever young.
Healthy, wealthy and strong.
All the things you wanted to.
Are there now, for you to do.
The sun shines every day.
Trees and flowers, bloom and stay.
No winter, to drive them away.
Every one, your friend.
Without a bitter end.
No jealousy or hatred there.
This I swear.
Come with me.
How happy we will be.
In Shangrila.
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.