My entry into the “Italian Sonnet” challenge for the Meridian Guild of Bards and Poets.
Green verdant fields of clover rolling through
The countryside of my beloved home.
My heartstrings stretch and pull whene’er I roam
Reminding of a cottage, coast, and you.
Though travels far give cause to say adieu,
The memories of that cerulean dome,
The iv’ry of the cliffside’s crashing foam
Can warm my spirit and my hope renew.
As swiftly as the summer turns to fall,
The leaves descending into mounds of gold
To jostle and to jump beneath the wind,
I know that I shall answer then your call
And find myself once more your arms to hold;
With autumn’s mantle I return again.
