Autumn Italian Sonnet Poems

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...

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Alan was at a baseball park and caught   
Andy's fastball, playing catch. Unable   
to call his pal Sam tapping a bottle...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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,...

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     Leaves leave deciduous trees in the Fall.
     continue shedding at its earliest.
    ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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