Autumn Italian Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Autumn Italian Sonnet poems are examples of Italian Sonnet poems about Autumn. These are the best examples of Italian Sonnet Autumn poems written by international poets.
Late autumn winds are quickening the leaves
igniting metamorphosis of fall
where spectral colors burst forth and enthrall
a rapture brief, then vanishes and flees.
With fading eyes, she stares through window's eaves
to view the ancient oak, its heartbeat call
she feels the length of years, a weighty pall
her fleeting life, like leaves, will someday cease.
A bitter cold now grips the ancient oak
where destiny does hasten nature’s blows
as dying leaves fall swiftly like a wave.
She wakens suddenly at midnight’s stroke
the scythe of death arrives, as her heart knows
she’ll join the leaves that settle on her grave.
Alan was at a baseball park and caught
Andy's fastball, playing catch. Unable
to call his pal Sam tapping a bottle
cola. 'Twas faraway, at last Sam, got
aware of Alan, bad reason, and bought
Alan a cola. Autumn, leaves falling,
all ages are happy--all things pleasing.
An apt man arranged a lady he brought
on a boat placed on a lake for rowing
as Lady Ann and yachtsman Aaron plan
marriage. June a fact, January fast,
seasonal feast pleasantries ball dancing,
able seaman, Aaron, he's a Captain.
Anchors aweigh bon voyage that will last.
The leaves of autumn blush in crimson hue,
A farewell whispered soft to summer's grace,
As golden light descends to take its place,
And forests don their robes of rusted dew.
The winds of change bring forth a chill anew,
In amber tones the trees their fate embrace,
Each branch prepares to face the winter’s face,
As bare as truth when time has come to view.
But in the silence of the winter’s reign,
The roots hold fast beneath the frozen crust,
For spring will thaw what winter dared restrain.
Though branches sleep, the earth remembers trust,
Awaiting life to course through them again,
And sing once more, as every tree must.
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Midst the flit wandered mist of lame Autumn
tethered vestige suns, seas a riverbed
failed wanton seasons a whole third it saved
absence to course unforgiving outcome
to no avail, tooth and nail have they none
in favored sway Summer's full weight reversed
subtle eve of Earth's slumbered leaves embraced
whilst silhouette's danse, scales seized near bottom.
The flicker of light dew quench the needy
flora and fauna famished and focused
tour past the befallen qualm in despair
flits a blue, grey encumbered white-knotty,
the beaten lain quietude art dye cast
Wicket's Gate, windswept free ... Winter is here.
She rests beneath her willow’s weeping rain,
As autumn strips them bare behind its theft;
Of slender leaves and tears, they stand bereft,
Yet sorrow, like the wind, begins to wane.
For all that falls to earth won't fall in vain,
And what escapes our sight has not yet left;
Though heavy hearts must carry now this heft,
It's how we know what’s lost to still remain.
And from the tears, the grieving willow weeps,
Its twigs and leaves descend to softened ground,
Reclaimed by earth and soil from which they grew.
For all that's ever buried merely sleeps,
And what we mourn as lost again is found,
When spring returns, and life begins anew.
The maple, beech, the willow, ash and oak -
abundant are the trees that shed their leaves,
and in the spring, the goddess Flora weaves
her magic, vanishing cold winter’s cloak.
Sometimes the roots of shade trees need a soak.
A tree in drought most gratefully receives
the summer rains. By autumn it achieves
sheer brilliance. Memories autumn days invoke.
Like trees deciduous are people too.
With warmth we flourish. Also we are green,
not having lived our lives yet for too long.
Through summer more of life we can pursue.
By fall, we’re colored by all that we’ve seen.
Then winter comes, and life we can’t prolong.
Leaves leave deciduous trees in the Fall.
continue shedding at its earliest.
Festival on completion of harvest.
Azure sky ready for Autumn to call.
Maple , apple, cherry, pear, oak as seen
to conserve water at Winter - crisis.
needed by them for photosynthesis.
shedding leaves at end of growing season
Diffuse-porous wood anatomy owned,
these trees using proteins stored in roots.
and inner bark from last year's foliage
as nitrogen source for new leaves be grown.
Nascent leaves are retrieved by getting boost.
Deciduous trees have normal storage.
Once newly shaped, when buds do open up.
Unfurling sense, one’s eyes of Spring arise.
A mother-oak, her branches grasp bird-cries.
The leaves ring bell, the beaks do come to sup
And sip, foliage turns into a cup.
The soar-uplift of the branches - owls, wise.
The nestled memories, these are the highs.
Autumn wind-verve and ink decree break up.
Down, down into the pile of yellow, reds,
Orange and brown. Up, up, the kids do pop.
Such fun as oaks bluster about and lose
Their trimming sooth, do bend and shake their heads.
Winter with caps seize those so bald on top.
Those frozen trees, seasoned, with diff’rent views.
Autumn leaves, I see your greenery embrace,
Turning into hues of sparkling fire,
In autumn's chill, where winds of change conspire,
A strange loneliness fills this quiet space.
Golden leaves, now departing with such grace,
Remind me of a love that must retire,
To dreamland’s shores, where once burned my desire,
I feel you leaving, gone without a trace.
Why does the world retreat and leave me here?
The flowers fade, the geese are far from near,
Even the caterpillars take to wing,
Departing bird's songs, none can even hear,
As beauty fades, the wind’s cold breath I fear,
My soul, deciduous, sheds love’s last cling.
DECIDUOUS LOVE
I always thought our love was evergreen,
Strong through every season of the year.
We made our marriage vows for all to hear;
We fell in love when you were sweet sixteen,
As strong a love as there had ever been.
Whatever life would throw we had no fear.
I’d be content so long as you were near.
So how did things turn sour in between?
Our summer passion faded all too fast
And autumn promised darker days ahead.
Soon the leaves of our love began to fall
And, though we tried to resurrect the past,
So one-by-one those feelings turned to dread
Until, at last, there was no love at all.
When autumn winds begin their whispered call
The leaves of green turn golden as they slip
Into a cycle ancient, they soon rip
From every branch, and gently start to fall
Deciduous, they shed, graceful and tall
And sleep through winter’s glacial grappling grip
As spring revives them from their frozen trip
But in this rest, new life grows strong for all
Their wisdom lies in knowing when to part
Accepting change, as beauty fades away
The cycle translates the story retold
As every ending yields a brand new start
In their loss, there’s promise of a new day
From deciduous trees that bear the cold
With autumn's bracing breath, the green leaves fade,
Their vibrant hues decay to muted gold.
Trees weep, as the end of season foretold,
Shedding their brown waste into green leaves frayed.
Each leaf, once green, a memory fade made,
Now tumbles, gliding down, to earth's dirt fold,
Gathering to form autumn wreath consoled.
With red, brown, orange colors, all displayed.
Yet within this requiem, new hope lives,
That spring will come, with flush of bloom and bud,
For in new leaves, new life, rebirth abides.
Being deciduous, fresh hope it gives,
To lives shredded, weeping red drops of blood,
With recycling, re-birthing as it guides.
Sweet juices spilt Spring, free thee greeneries
ye lands amend, then weave to Summer's eve
ere its proclaim windswept name, a said leave
from Indian grabbed drum who beat the trees
sown years to be, made wholly thick of leaves
that fairs their surrender the length life cleave
presence parting, color-filled glimpses, grieve
end tone boughs under the rainbow it heaves.
Promised life gift wrap, belly breathless dews
touch, process the fallen heaps, hues go dark
as arched sensed the passing, a rainbow drift
abroad, probed closures, 'tis bit of year, clues
deem it's Autumn, chills stretch a wintry mark
tho' Thanksgiving's present in the swing shift.
Wistful shades of light in orange and gold
Pouring out heaven’s great plans on still limbs
Breathing calm through the hills, like cherubims
Brushing souls with cascades of light untold
With Autumn’s twilight comes the early cold
Verses dance on soft skies like gentle hymns
Loitering o’er grey, wistful clouds, grief dims
Wrens and robins lift beaks, the air to scold
Old souls who love rustling woods, heed God’s voice
Listening for the calm of warm solace
Who lives in the song, moving through forests
O’er mountains, through the valleys, souls rejoice
With autumn’s outburst, splendor is flawless
Fall, juicy spice of gifted folklorists.
Wild grasses of my springtime heart unmown,
unruly, unrestrained, in silence grew.
Youth’s fierce infatuation madly blew
its untamed gales where tall, green blades had grown.
Fair birds of transient love have long since flown –
that tale’s dark thread unraveled. Segue to
the stunning, breathless moment I met you
and found the ageless love I’d never known.
As autumn yields to winter, hair recedes
brown-gray, and once-hard muscles dormant lie;
our fathomless love-light remains undimmed.
Spring’s passions redirected, naught impedes
love’s resolute commitment. You and I
adore our beautiful lawn, neatly trimmed.