Trills Poems - Poems about Trills

...In the term of birth, fields begin to mend. Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber, Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end. Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber. Virgin tre......Read the rest...

...Like the king of Cordoba’s treasury Reflected in a robber’s eye A laden dish of memory Spills into the summer night From a moving carriage window A flaming garter flies With whoops an......Read the rest...

...Chapter two: Meet the neighbors Through the woods that surround the village that we just saw, runs a swift, and crooked creek, where one could wash a dirty paw. Follow the trail just pa......Read the rest...

...Maestro – 4-23-24 Dedicated to Dr. Stanley Chapple. Co-founder of Tanglewood. Conductor of the London Philharmonic. Head of the Music School University of Washington. Conductor of the University......Read the rest...

... Twinkle, twinkle little tweets In the trees, not treading streets Just one chirp, from each true bird Each dawning day, thus feathers stirred Twinkle, twinkle little tweets Faithful......Read the rest...

...No more coats and woolen mittens. It's a time of new beginnings, when a dormant world awakens from Winter's slumber. Thawing snow becomes dancing brooks, quenching the thirst of Mother Earth. ......Read the rest...

...The Naked brazen placid blue Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses Who unleashes his growing anger and fury Obliterating and defeating his enemy Proclaims a victory and unrolls his miserable ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Was a caged canary named Maya Thought she was the goddess Gaia She once sang with fearful trills Whilst cat watched from windowsills Then cagey canary’s coup......Read the rest...

...Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. I perch upon the locked gate, awaiting the deepest hour of night. My abode is ......Read the rest...

... I was gently awakened by euphonic cooing of mated doves perched on aspen branches whose golden leaves rustled sweet silver songs I rushed to open my wooden dormer window and hum a g......Read the rest...

...Laughter trills through fire Joy is spun on a lyre Feathers were just growing in And the bird watched its kin Playing, scratching, screaming I want to play! You're on fire! Thats what you sa......Read the rest...

..."The deepest longing in the human heart is the desire for appreciation."--William James A halo of treetops rings the cyan river, as it trips and rolls down Gaia's branches; a gent......Read the rest...

... The air is still and misty this morning, birds are singing me melodies in trills, as I shake off my dreamy dream, and rise from my bed, pulling on a purple silken robe, I pull a......Read the rest...

...Under the endless sky, where the wind whispers ancestral secrets, Engines spin, iron butterflies in their primal dance, The muted thunder of wheels, an echo of the earth's hearts beating in uni......Read the rest...

...In my palm, let a spring of living ages drip, To breathe into you the ancestral land, without cross, without boundary, Lend me views, from the bends of the Danube, To where the sea stretches......Read the rest...