Lindsey is Olde English for “Linden Tree by the brook”,
A tree universal, celebrated in many cultures being namely,
Doctor Tree, of Health, Feminine Arts, nook,
Of soothing calm, Light, Truth, an amulet tree,
Its deep shade is a knowing look,
Friends see another, marriages be happy,
For Heart shaped leaves do hook!
A Linden was at village centers,
Parks, Hospitals, court hearings,
Lining many noble’s garden shoulders,
Litigant conciliations endearing,
Testimony credible, curing opponent smolders,
Body ailments, “Quarts of Hurts” rearings,
Colds, skin blotches, spasms not enduring!
Volcanoes of bees, honey exquisite,
Perfume fragrance, edible leaves,
Salad makings requisite,
White or yellow tiny petal cleaves,
Linden shade hosts visits,
Motherly care, compassion sheaveings,
Fidelity, fraternity, matrimony, humble wits,
We need more Lindseys less poet leavings,
Lindens increase peace & alertness,
Be a Lert, we need more Lerts!
Categories:
lindens, birthday, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Partnachklamme
The most beautiful place
Above the Bavarian resort town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen,
There winds a country road which leads to the Partnach gorge.
Hikers are passed by less hearty tourists transported in hay wagons.
On the left side of the road, a river can be spotted through the lindens.
The river water looks like it was drawn with aquamarine pastels,
Having been super-oxygenated from the gorge’s rapids and cascades.
Playful locals built miniature dwellings and piers along the banks.
Loggers used to hike up the dangerous gorge to unblock log jams,
So safer paths were tunneled in and along the walls of the gorge.
So many sight-seers used to sneak up the loggers trails for the views,
That logging ceased and the gorge became a tourist destination.
At the mouth of the gorge, a guest house sells carbonated buttermilk,
Weiswurst, and other Bavarian specialties to fortify or refresh.
During the holiday season, pilgrims carefully hike the trails
Carrying torches which reflect from the icicles and frozen walls.
Waterfalls, narrows, bridges, and a logger chapel
All add to the charm of Partnach Gorge.
Categories:
lindens, beauty, nature, river,
Form: Prose Poetry
The birches and the lindens –
in hair have fire.
On the road is noise –
The white horse runs.
Autumn, as a sorrow,
has spread everywhere.
Where, from whom
do you hasten,
my Prince with the gray eyes?
Night has lowered its black velvet downwards,
Month ate stars –
And has bitten own language.
Hi, Prince!
Stop your horse, please,
And take me with you!
We shall rush off very far
And we shall sing songs of joy
instead of our grief.
We shall rush off together with a wind,
And our eyes will be laughing again!..
But already, Morning came back,
and my Prince is not near me any more
Only again, there is Admiralty,
The magnificent Hermitage near Neva,
the yellow leaves on the water
and shout of machines and trams in autumn St. Petersburg.
Categories:
lindens, song-autumn, me,
Form: Lyric
What sad eyes!
What gray eyes!
Perhaps, he has told you ,
What you - not the first with him?
Your raincoat is wet from rain ,
And your curly hair is wet.
How he could offend you -
You are so proud!
But the leaves of lindens and poplars,
Are flying as thoughts,
And a rain -
A gray sparrow
Kisses the pools.
The happiness has gone away,
And will not return any more.
No! You must believe:
and in your life
will be sun again!
Categories:
lindens, lost love, song-rain, rain,
Form: Lyric
How lovely night St. Petersburg!
Nevsky Prospekt Is still
one from the most beautiful views in the world,
With his color fires.
Through 300 years,
Through many, many days.
The silhouettes of bridges
And ancient lanterns still – are fine!
Here the charming old lattice keeps
Old Summer Garden near the river Neva,
Here among ancient lindens
Marble sculptures talk with each other.
In the lake are two white swans
They are the bewitched Prince and Princess.
And the moon has looked at all this beauty
more than 300 years.
The night in St. Petersburg.
In windows of fine houses
Silent waltz in the nights
And the shadows of gentlemen and ladies
Who lived here some time are dancing here.
Nevsky Prospekt,
Have good luck always!
Give us your fires, love and charm again,
Ah, How lovely you are,
my night-time St. Petersburg!
Categories:
lindens, history, nostalgia, song-night, night,
Form: Lyric