Seasons Rondeau Poems

Music of My Soul 

The earth ever composes mystical arias for me
That taste the splendor in thunder’s profusion,
Then touch the silent metronomes of lyric waves...

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“The sounds of earth is the music of my soul”

Music to soul, Mourning Doves sing!
Hummingbirds float, each buzzing wing!
Water trickles over the rocks,
Spring released by...

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"The wind is the pounding of my heart."

Rush with me, wind! Help my heart pound,
with forces of tornado's sound;
yet, gentle as a summer breeze
slow dancing,...

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With the falling of leaves, so leaves the fall.
Aware is the forest, a chill in the air.
Temperatures falling; the birds heed the call
Harsh times ahead:...

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My Mother Earth, I thank you so
For the spring of waters that flow,
For the fresh air that I inhale,
For the ocean that I do sail,
For...

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Burning yearning of seeker so seeking
For entwining with bliss throb delighting 
We rise in stature, as love draws nearer 
Joy currents canter, in carefree caper
Feeling...

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Where willows sway in wintry woe
Sunrise shimmers on falling snow
While crimson dawn in scarlet rays
Glimmers the face of morning’s haze
As new day smiles on golden...

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Charles d'Orleans: a Medieval Marvel


Spring
by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and...

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Oh, thief of life, your name is Time...
your hands keep moving, no downtime.
You never blink or take a pause;
your movement has no glitches, flaws.
You wait...

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Only God can create this scene
The frosted grass was once so green
Making a mist over the yard
Change of seasons the grass it ‘tween

The sun warmed...

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Words left unsaid as teardrops fell
 The price of love, their hearts would tell
 And so they parted, love took flight
 And left their hearts...

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Days are stolen by light begun
With the rise of a savage sun;
Air drips with a wearying clue 
To fire roiling down heaven’s flue, 
And sidewalks...

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Before The Harvest

Why is it that we suffer,
Our loneliness alone? 
When the happy dance together,
Arms about each other thrown?

Why is it that we cry in...

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Look at us, all lonely people
Tasting your words as seasons roll
For dreams are reborn glazed by fire;
When strings explode, plucked to inspire
As lines croon, throbbing...

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As I wrote this, upon my bed,
fumbling with words yet to be said,
I felt the chill of a spring day
next to glass painted winter gray,
and...

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