Spring Italian Sonnet Poems

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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Beguiling spring, how bold your arrogance
You shameless season painted in conceit
Parading up and down each city street
O'er hill, through dale, you flaunt your elegance

Each tree,...

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For years, I've watched my seasons come and go
Beneath the pines along the River Brine
I've drunk my fill of robust summer wine
Survived the stinging lonely...

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I long for your truant inspiration,
     O Muse, for I've felt your absence too long;
     empower me...

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Now, I am speechless; I am without speech
As you transcend the simplistic to grand
Grant me the guidance of your gifted hand
In the temple of your...

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Many springs came as the time’s wheel rolled by,
our hearts entwined we walked the garden trail.
Ardent fervor on cloud in blue, set sail,
not long, for...

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Your beauty is like my passion for you
Succulent as a blossom from a buttercup tree in spring
My longing heart rises to the drums of ...

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Early Spring

The tree became reborn when time was right.
At dawn it shed a bud that was blood red.
Upon the moist Spring ground, it stained and...

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I’ve gone outside to sit nearby my tree,
which bloomed this April, and on the first day!
With pen in hand (the good old-fashioned way)
I pause –...

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Today, the long lost sun plays peekaboo,
prodding patches of snow to evaporate.
Green tinges on trees faintly accentuate
bare branches with a halo effect in view.
Yawning yellow...

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He thought on all the attributes of Spring

          The landscapes deliquescing, day-by-day

On white and gray and...

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So close to death in Winter's cold embrace
Within a frozen dream I lie below
A pristine eiderdown of  fallen snow
Where ice has formed in patterns...

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How lovely lies this gentle season's face,
upon the fields and plains that fore were cold.
her sway turns winter scenes to days of gold.
Renewing life for...

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Springtime, camped between the mountain valleys.
Air filled with tickled laughter ventured through
canopy of leaves bathed a golden hue; 
labyrinth fields sun's freedom to rally.
An owl...

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