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.
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