Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #98 by Michael Ceraolo

Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #98

From you I have been absent in the spring,

Til Opening Day, dressed in all its trim,

Hath put the spirit of youth in everything.

But my love for you is hardly a whim:

I have missed the ballpark's array of smells

And both teams' uniforms' array of hues;

I have missed the stories that my love tells,

A dazzling selection from which to choose;

I have missed the wonder of the ball's white.

I have missed the wonder of the field's green.

I wonder if the new will be a fright.

I wonder of those who will make the scene.

It seems winter still with the game away,

Until the team comes home ready to play.

Bio:  "Michael Ceraolo is a retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet who has had one full-length book (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press) and a few chapbooks published (among the chapbooks is Cleveland Haiku, from Green Panda Press). He has a second full-length book, Euclid Creek Book Two, forthcoming from unbound content press, and is continually working on new and existing poetry projects."