Sonnet 15, April Blossoms Poem by Peter S. Quinn

April blossoms comes forward with a flower,
The endure that enriches our spring days;
The bearings with new colours for each hour,
Uplift our feelings when we have grey days.
Spring is a booming of freshness, so great,
Colours, in blend of shades, so deep and profound;
With excitement our feelings can hardly then wait,
When comes summer's dream with another round.
Lilies and roses, and daisies so fresh,
The gardens are open for blooming all out;
So is pure nature with fairest wilderness,
To mountains high, flowers are spreading about.
The depth of a summer's first, is the green,
And the shadings up of colours in between.