Sonnet 145, Spring Coming Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Gold's always at the end of rainbows hearts,
Where it stops and again when it too starts.
The flowery blossom of a summer gown,
When visions of colours together drown.
A moment in year - a happy hour time,
Green fields of natures own pastoral rime.
The coming of the month of spring in May,
When greyness of winter has lost its lay.
O who can here for returning spring wait?
I hope the blossoms come sooner then late...
The blossoms of spring that set forth a rose
With colours and sights in bright overdose,
When winter's gone in gloominess and snow
Each flower on earth starts blooming & glow.