Winter Pastoral Poems

In his weary hour
The legumes blossom on time;
Out of jocundity in honour
Of the beautiful turf
The drowsy peasant peak.

His weird blistered palm blimey,
 His nasty regalia...

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When Spring’s first touch is gently set
with Winter now scarcely a threat,
implore the ocean breezes spray
all cares and troubles far away.

With sweet caress of warmer...

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Winter roses
Red, black, and yellow
In a field of late snow 
Early March
End of winter 
Beneath the early blooming 
cherry trees
their petals joining the snow
along the...

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Set in winter white, ice, snow, and cold
   sunrises with brilliant light
 in pale gray-blue skies,
a cloudless stretch of shaded pales
  ...

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My favorite time of day
Is sunset 
As the sun begins to set,

I pour a glass of wine for my wife 
Or sometimes rum or whiskey
And...

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Walking along the winter
 Korean beach,
With the love of my life
By my side,

She looks at me
With red hot love 
Flames shooting 
From her black eyes,

Melting...

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dull
dark
December day-
devastation's depression
descends

makeshift banks
overhang into drifts-
snow falls icy blue


the tiles dusted with snow-
trickle down rivulets
fill the rain butt

long twilight days's of winter shade
bring tomorrow's snowdrops...

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Granite outcroppings sparkle like gems
Leading the eye to a neatly-hidden village
In the shadow of distant purple mountains,
And beyond to higher peaks snow-capped.
Over all the pastoral...

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Betwixt
and between-
twilight to night,
dawning,until morning
awakes,
summer
to Autumn,
Winter to spring-
our past joys and future
delights

 | Year Posted 2010...

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Let Me Share the Winds Flight Today

Let me share the winds flight today
Moving to and fro knowing no boundaries
Lifting the fall leaves in a beautiful...

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The coldness of Winter 
The loss and the burn
Seems hopelessly barren 
And makes our hearts churn. 

The stillness and quiet.
Anticipation seems long.
But this Season's for...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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I have fond memories of grandpa's farm,
deep in a valley with a stream nearby;
it really was not a working farm.
but my grandpa's dream fulfilled.
He had...

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So winter yields to springtime,
But what is that to me?
A birdbath with a blushing bird,
Or perhaps a honeybee?

Another turn; another trip,
Three hundred days, or more—
See...

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Greenswards Fecundity Blooms Away ™

Within a fortnight, as tempestuous slam
dunk March madness closes curtain call
“in like a lion, out like a lamb,” 
twill hove tested...

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