Sonnet 48, The Name of Each Season

The name of each season - eternity
Like the summers of flowers that come and go,
With luster thus spreading like a wind blow
That lives with the gust - forever so free;
The ancient of times and sometime to be
Dawn with the painting from the palette's glow,
That rises with spring after winter's snow
For the young born in heart always to see.
It's like music of earth in freshness of days
Coming with seeds and carrying their ways,
When the dark is absent on the blue skies;
The primal of colors in waking caress
And giving enjoyment for what was once less,
The sights and the sounds of summer surprise.