Spring Sijo Poems | Examples
These Spring Sijo poems are examples of Sijo poems about Spring. These are the best examples of Sijo Spring poems written by international poets.
In the evening quiet hours silence speaks loudly of her
while outside the stars forget to twinkle and the moon hides its face
until morning sun brightens day and sparkles on dewdrops.
He recalls her laughter when spring flowers begin to bloom
each one chosen carefully as if she knew they would long outlast
her temporary stay with him upon this hallowed earth.
There are thorns on the summer roses that are quick to prick
the unwary garden wanderer as he selects the perfect
bloom for lost love now sleeping beneath a marble marker.
Winter arrives quite suddenly with icy cold despair
and wind whipping drafts against the lonely cabin once built for her
his rose of youth long dead and gone he lays his head to rest.
in a reckless abandon, hordes of biutterflies
float playfully about the heath on spring noon without a care;
many lovers wish their hearts could be just as free!
Hate is a feast for crows. Feast your eyes, instead, on love.
—by poet
Singsong of Spring
Caw of unseen crow and chorus
of potentially pretty wings.
Singsong may have interrupted
the murder - melody was sweet.
Tweeting torques communication;
hate fades with unflappable faith.
White blossoms nearly hidden
by the greenery of early spring
only hint at the bounty awaiting us
in the long days at summer's end.
Is it true that youth
is wasted on the young?
When peach fields become lavender, birds sing love melodies
Last year's nests are made over, plowed fields are ready to plant
Will you think of me in my spring dress giving you a hug
Lone key in between all of the keys hanging on a ring.
Lone dandelion wish standing before the pink tulips blooming.
Lonely me smoking in the sunset of a lovely day of spring.
Dandelions temporarily match leaves' yellow hues,
As spring meets autumn's remaining old transitional cues,
While the sun shines in a sky painted by many shades of true blues.
In the heart of colorful autumn, skies were colored, too,
for flaming time was getting older, out in the hilly country.
Springtime's budding charm, lends a certain beauty to old age.
over and over they tumble, colorful specters playing
the dying leaves of autumn have one last chase, before passing.
they will sleep in painted canvas ground, recycling themselves by spring.
Sheep are shorn
not because it’s Spring wool has grown too long
Shivering as Winter’s blades dig in
furthering suff’ring’s wrong
The shepherd unsheathes his sword,
“vengeance is mine,” the Lord’s song
7/28/2020
Tulip heads mingle with paper whites, floral party escalates.
An Guests bunnies and squirrel’s join the celebration.
Beneath the dogwoods, dandelion heads awake.
Yoshino cherry tree, blossoms glistening in the sun
Most vibrant display of white-pink blossoms, with faint almond fragrance
Delightful moment, overcome by a massive sneeze attack
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October 15, 2019
F F I series 29 sijo
Brian Strand, sponsor
Leaves dancing down the winter wind boulevard come to rest on white covers.
Time for a nap; a long rest for un-raked crisps; food for spring babes.
Nature’s re-birthing is always a hungry one.
Leaves of crispy gold; leaves of earthen red; a rainbow blanket.
Each tree’s offspring, paints a corner; Gaia’s nursery; abstract joy.
A palette for young finger painters; welcoming back next Spring.
Trees shed their leaves in the fall, like old skin.
All living things must shed and renew; leaves, fur, skin; nothing lasts forever.
In Spring, they’ll birth little green ones; then we’ll hear them sing in the breeze.