Spring Italian Sonnet Poems

A couple soon to be said newly wed,
yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back
to swear the vow inside th’old shack,
quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread;...

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A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the...

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Eurynome's great joy,
     the Graces of her womb,
     whose names transcend the tomb
like Helen's, famed of Troy!
Ah!...

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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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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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Then, such a fleeting glimpse I had of thee;
eyes caught in passing trains, that summer past.
As time, in that moment did morph from fast,
to deathly...

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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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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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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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Trees absorb autumn’s color spectrum bright,
paint the leaves with crimson and golden glow.
The gilded leaves leave the brown boughs fallow 
of the stripped deciduous trees...

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I'm raised in SoCal, calm weather agrees,
and you, from Boston, know weather, severe.
Our states of mind match these climates I fear.
Like Winter sadness, leaves fall...

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On my heart, a winter swathed 
palm
Her spring flowers only right for 
When chill itself dons out windblown—
Attached there by my faithful arm.
Green there and...

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COLOURFUL 

        Allium is raising king Spring’s alarm
        Easter red bud...

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