SCUZZBUCKET

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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Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione (Blue wood-aster)

This fluff will carry seeds across the year
to float down for these gardens here next spring.
This mellow light won’t stand for long, I fear.
I stare and look till I don’t see a thing.

The aster’s gone to seed for next year’s crop.
Soon wind will blow those puffs…

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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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Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

November flitters by with leaves and birds.
The weather’s getting colder. I’m not quite
yet used to all this chill. My idle words
and all this fuss may freeze outside tonight.

Leaves fall amidst the flapping little wings
still perching on those branches high above.
A blue bird sees some scattered seed…

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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.