A Sonnet For Spring

I used to think, when I was young, How strange to hear that "Spring has sprung". I knew that seasons come and go But gave no thought to fast or slow. Summer lingers through September, Fain to fade from flame to ember. Fall patiently awaits its cues To fade the leaves and change their hues. Winter's pace is quick and steady, Always here ere I am ready. Its icy grip will clutch and cling Then yield, reluctantly, to Spring. Though now I'm old, no longer young, My heart still thrills when Spring has sprung.