A Sonnet of Spring
Let not the stormy winds detain
the light of Vernal sunrays glow,
Nor let the waking earth sustain
the tears of hoarfrost and snow.
For ever-new the earth shall bud
'neath chill and cloud, in shadows dark,
with purple crown and golden stud,
with melody from tree and lark.
The newborn ground lies yet undressed,
A child a-brim with life's first plea
to spring forth with its wak'ning quest.
Soon frosty, rayless morns shall flee,
and gloaming night, of gloom bereft,
When blooms arrive with fair Spring's theft.
A Summer’s Sonnet
O fairest days with golden sun
Whose rays alight on shimmering wings!
Another season has begun,
To tell the earth of secret things.
Of blazing azure skies at morn,
And quiet songs of a warming breeze,
Of leaves which like the stars adorn
The spreading night-sky of the trees.
The golden light on every hill
Illuminates with colors bold
The flower's merry golden frill.
Tho' Winter shall bring frost and cold
And Spring shall send forth shoots reborn,
Today, God gives a Summer's Morn.
A Song of Harvest Time
Whither bound, thou summer breeze?
To far-off lands with haste you fly
As colors come into the leaves
Wherein the joys of Harvest lie.
Hues of Orange, Red and Gold
Adorn each branch with flutt'ring leaf,
While cradlesong to Earth is told
In training for the Frost's relief.
Nature has not laid her head,
Tho' blust'ry winds about her sweep.
In yield and bloom she makes her bed.
Leaf and fruit with colors deep
Ornament the rustling trees,
When onward comes the Harvest breeze.
gwynna.c 
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