Sonnet, The Moments Are Coming (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The moments are coming with spring again,
Sweet are the days - when seedlings do appear
Dearer more than words that I can write here:
Flowers from the sleep that in earth have been;
Broken chain of darkness - light now begin
Give the shadows shades, death its lonesome fear,
All the colors fresh that beauty now can share:
Winter slowly vanish into the foehn.

Love is like new spring when it starts to grow,
Holding my heart's key with fragrance in the air
And a bouquet of new roses in a vase;
First there are its footsteps in the grey snow,
Then there is a booming of growth everywhere:
All of weary darkness away abrase.