Winter Italian Sonnet Poems

She, who had seemed my sun some bygone time,
feels now much icier than even far 
forsaken   pluto’s   sunless hemisphere.
Please! reckless Universe!...

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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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From the chimes settling morning—
Another time, another change
I slept in your clothes yesterday;
The break in brass and sleep numbing
Red blur— buried color, holding
The lasting eyes...

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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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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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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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DECIDUOUS

My leaves are memories of an earlier time
As in the scheme of things, I’ll heed the call
And when the season comes, I let them fall
But...

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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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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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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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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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