Sonnet 9, All The Colors Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All the colours will be coming in soon,
After winter lays down its cold and frost;
First there is April then May, and then June,
Greyness of earth completely gone and lost.
The redness of a rose I forward do look,
For long in the dark did seedling lie still;
Even more alive's the flow of a brook,
When it flows again and falls from a hill.
When greenery comes with pleasures foretold,
There is no way the winter could survive;
Colourful summer its delight times unfold,
And bring back again every joy to live.
Colours and blooming how lovely you are
Now that you are close in time - not too far...