Sonnet, All The Colors Will Be Coming

All the colors will be coming in soon,
After winter lays down its cold and frost;
First there is April then May, and then June,
Grayness 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;
Colorful summer its delight times unfold,
And bring back again every joy to live

Colors and blooming how lovely you are
Now that you are close in time - not too far...