Slipping Away----Sonnet

The first days of the much-awaited spring Arrive on time along with birds and flowers. Then come the balmy days of May and June When love and laughter fill the warming hours. I watch the hot July days slide away, See summer slipping down the calendar. The sun will shine in August, I am sure, Can only hope the same in fall’s September. October will have cold days with the warm November can be fretful and forlorn. We’ll have three months of winter then for sure Before the gifts of March’s spring are born. Spring, summer, fall of my long, life are gone. Only cold winter left to carry on. Sonnet form