Crown of 'Seasons Eternal'

[stigmaticman]

This is my new thread for a project I'm working on. It is going to be a heroic crown of 15 Petrarchan sonnets, and will cover the four seasons, and will encompass as many observances of the seasons as possible. Each season will span 3 sonnets each, which makes 12, and the other 3 of the 15 sonnets will be of a prelude, an intermission, and a closing sonnet. I will post them as I write them, but it may take a while to finish the work. And this is the second sonnet of the crown. Enjoy!
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Spring

Enter spring and the Grand Awakening
When Mother Earth gives birth t' Nature Divine!
Days grow longer and warmer. Snow and ice
Melt away, filling the rivers and streams.
New buds begin to sprout upon the trees
As life for the first time opens its eyes,
And the air is filled with fragrances kind
Encouraging fauna t' wake from their sleep.
In springing forth, not a moment is wasted
When winter has passed and left the weary,
Now, to renew their strength in light of spring.
The days anew bring about celebration.
Songs o' joy break the silence upon the air
As birds begin their play and pageantry.

(no fin)

 

[stigmaticman]

Spring (part two)

As birds begin their play and pageantry,
The woodlands take on a life of their own.
To those who live among them, birdsong becomes
One of the comforts of home; welcoming,
And inviting as the first-light of morning.
Whitetail deer emerge from the brush, to roam
And graze amongst the fields and meadows,
While the hares begin their stamping and kicking,
As the season is young, fit for their mischief.
But with spring comes plenty of time to grow,
And not only for the wildlife t' mature,
Since days have chances for showers aplenty,
And the green-life soak it up by the roots;
So often the wettest days of the year.

(still no fin)

 

[stigmaticman]

Spring (part three)

So often the wettest days of the year
Are well received by Nature's open arms.
Thirsting plants take advantage of the storms
That endow the earth with the means to rear
Healthy and vibrant vegetation, where
Thick leaves are a meal for caterpillars,
And hummingbirds feed upon the nectar
Of the flowers that keep quick-hearts beating.
It's clear such display, of nature as art,
Is hand-painted as by the Maker's love!
The days of spring may leave a soul enamored
When the all-but-silent nights are
Filled with the sounds of the crickets' lovely hum,
Once warmer days signal summer is near.

(more no fin, but fin of Spring)