I Sit In Wait Of My Darling Spring (Italian (Petrarchan) Sonnet) - Poem by Leslie Alexis
On steps, I sit awaiting my sweet spring
Hung on the panes of tomorrow's window,
Where luscious grass and Poinsettias grow,
As Bluebirds, Robins, and Nightingales sing.
I wait for the echo of Eagles' wing.
Descending from the mountaintops, they soar,
Exposing green below blankets of snow;
I sit in wait of my sweet darling, spring
For I need to observe the bunnies play;
The child and animal as they hop around,
Sun hanging on, extending out the day,
As woodlands echo their harmonious sound.
Ms. spring, my darling, what is your delay?
Come - come and sprinkle life on the ground.
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