Sonnet 52, I'll Call Upon You

I'll call upon you summer butterfly,
When fertile spring comes in freshly again;
With colors to fill meadows and the sky,
Nuance becomes new spring's artillerymen.
When a day grows up in sweet fragrant strong,
To fulfill and release the puerile spirit;
Our poem becomes an earth green song,
Dreaming and being affectionate.
And all that was in earth seeds so fragile,
Once more grows up fresh and ever so wild;
Like your wings are fluffy and erectable,
So is my youngish breast in spring profiled.
Summer goddess grow up thy coronal,
Before again winter comes to your bridal.