Sonnet 110, May The New Year Have... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

May the New Year have many bright new days,
For cold and dark will lose its footage soon;
As summer arrives - in playful songs and rays,
Where it reaches heights, in the lateness of June.
And dark is just in memories at night,
When the lonely moon is flying in a cloud;
Where a wishing star will lose its flight,
Dark instants go there, - unseen, with the crowd.
The bright new moments are all still to be,
With the freshness of eager playful joy;
Yes fortnights are coming, we still do not see,
For in each our footstep rests winter's decoy.
Reaching to the night is easier to do,
Regenerating spring's quite still so new.