Petrarchan Spring Sonnet
Dead
leaves - end of winter
Crystal ice start to melt
Brave shoots come out their belt.
By a puce conifer
Honey Locusts gather
In the bitter, bare velt.
Blade leaves are lightly felt
Giraffe lashes flutter
Crystal ice start to melt
Brave shoots come out their belt.
By a puce conifer
Honey Locusts gather
In the bitter, bare velt.
Blade leaves are lightly felt
Giraffe lashes flutter
Oh, that smile in my sight!
I think of you of late
Blue skies with whipped cream white
There Thumper finds his mate.
Flight of Angels take flight
Diverging to a new state.
© 2012 Amy N.J.
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