Sumer Is Icumen In - A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

The frigid air has passed, hallelujah!
No broken water pipes beneath our home
No frost-bit hands, no frozen locks to comb!
Cold memories of North Dakota, ya!
The winter soon will pass, and spring will break
Upon our land, our homes, our countenance;
A time for everywhichway new romance,
A time when songbirds' lays make us awake.
The changing seasons teach a drama high
That all will pass, yes even Terra dear;
Yet even so we live in witless cheer
As warmer days approach us ever nigh.
Perhaps it's foolishness to celebrate -
But hold! My happiness do not berate!