Sonnet 166, The Summer Comes Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The summer comes in with the dearest heat,
And assorted flower bouquets for each vase;
Vivid dresses on the new awakened street,
People walk by with a new look and face.
'I love you' is singing and echoing on,
Everything so soft in the haze and so mild;
Being in sunshine happily and having no con,
Freshly born again and full summer styled.
The wind in the clouds never drops or dies,
As it in the waves above still on goes;
But with forest's sallowing leaves time flies,
As each casting matures then on and grows.
Dreaming away when sun is hot shining,
Dresses up embroideries on past silver lining.