Tree Italian Sonnet Poems

A woman splayed upon a lofty beach—
the drunkard’s stumble-street-strut-jumble-key—
BUY NOW, AND GET THE SECOND [this/that] FREE!
—and what’s this cracked out weirdo got to preach? 

…”about...

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Both caged in form and yet at all times free,
nothing can be more wonderful than that,
playing cricket where we both bowl and bat,
breezing through earth...

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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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I ponder, lying pale upon my bed;
my head a 'roaring deep in notions... whys.
My thinking moves to plans for my demise
with comfort from my Lord...

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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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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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COLOURFUL 

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

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Doom smiles at us all, so we smile back.
Wilted petals on the Tree of Life don't die.
A most modest craftsman or a devil's eye.
All will...

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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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Remote within the piney wood
so far away from nearest ear,
and out of reach for one to hear
a tree lies still where it once stood.
As it...

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