Old Elm Tree

Petrarchan sonnet in remembrance

My old elm tree — Photo by the author

Cloud of blooming, like a green and brilliant gem
On branches of lush flowers saturation,
My eyes won’t miss your early pullulation
Because I cherish you, my gentle old elm.

Tall, you guard the awaken of Nature realm,
Still faded, but for your accentuation.
Assured of your wondrous…