Poem Body
A wistful still,
no wind,
no song of bird,
nothing stirs.
The world seems half asleep,
no weeping willows here,
just birches, firs and hornbeams
beaming at the spring to come,
each of them in their row,
where thrushes gather in the fall
to gorge on berries one and all.
It's evening, the time of rest,
when silently the night,
gathers in the light,
spreads an indigo instead.
The cool of air floats round about,
soothing sunburnt needles,
gathering the thoughts of those who hunt,
shutting the gates of day, it's bright,
dulling sounds and sighs alike,
pastel skies turned magical
in twilight's gentle madrigal.
Written just now.
Comments
Hi
Good discription of a day coming to quiet end, Also could describe ending of another type.............stan
beautiful words
THE SUNRISE HERE AND SUNSET THERE
ARE ALL ROUND THE WORLD
DAY AND NIGHT
SOME DAYS are bright
some nights are
was a dry sunny day here!
Ann
And then the Lady asked why, or what did my comment in reply to your
thoughts on what I said in "Can I" mean, this just proves that you can, lol.
Lovely write and written, just now, from that heart that is run by grand thoughts, I rest my case lol, Yours Ian.T xx
I rest my case
in piece
or for better peace
maybe !
I think that there are
I think that there are misunderstandings here, but nothing that needs to be gone into in detail.
I do not see where there was a case,
But thank you for appreciating my poem here Ian.
Do crit me if ever you feel like it. I am neither shy here, nor pompous
just Ann.
Love Ann.
Dear Ann
You paint a beautiful picture I think we all have our beautiful sunsets and sunrise its the poets job to describe their experience and to notice them, this is a lovely poem I thoroughly enjoyed the read
love Jayne-Chloe xxx
Ah for Norway. I looked at it on the map
Lives and lands so different from ours. It makes me wond whether the end if the day is the same all over the world
Jayne-Chloe and fFrench, i
Jayne-Chloe and fFrench, i think they are the same all over the world, the duration of them is different, my Aunt Anne, described one sunrise in Nairobi, and they are short, and quickly gone, so everybody wherever they were in the streets stopped to watch it rise,she said it was an atmosphere of wonder she would never forget, awe inspiring where we stop en masse only to watch the fireworks of New Years Eve. this was an everyday occurrence, perhaps all who live there are poets??
Love to you both from Ann of Norway.
che bello,Anní.
che bello,Anní.
Grazie mio bello! :)
Grazie mio bello! :)
And as I write to you I hear the madrigals
of the Italian past, once we heard them
at the Italian council, beautifully sung,
so you know what I meant by that word here.
Love as aye Anni.