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A sonnet sometimes will finish it off

Photo by William J Spirdione

No one is always happy all the time.
Not even if I’m lying to myself.
I sit up straight these thoughts appear all mine.
Remember, put them back up on that shelf.

See, I’m not picking up the truth today.
I couldn’t find most anything at all.
How is this going to…

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A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

The wind and bitter weather came too soon.
Am I complaining, still? About the cold?
It’s not that bad this autumn afternoon.
It could be worse. If I could be so bold.

The crumbling crunching cast off season’s past.
Too soon we’re stuck in winter’s cracking ice
with freezing and the melting…

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Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

November’s days are slipping fast away
and still we haven’t seen much snow yet fall.
A bit fell with the rain and sun that day.
It didn’t stay here very long at all.

We have had plenty of these days by now
with frosty crystals forming on the glass.
Dress warm, my…

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William J Spirdione

William J Spirdione

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William J Spirdione is a poet who writes sonnets and more about nature and the humans within it.