These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Shakespearean Sonnet: "Spring Becomes Summer"

This spring has made the dormant things to live.
The cold relented. Now, the cool has joy.
The flowers have such warmth of heart to give.
Each day of play makes me a little boy.

Blest birdies sit and sing to heart's content.
The mockingbird has many songs to sing,
but he's the "king," and never will relent,
no matter what the songs I to him bring.

Each chilly breeze, it breathes a coolish breath
as warmer sun, now stands to scowl and stare.
Protect the plants from heat's increasing death,
and water oft when clouds no rain do bare.

'Tis springtime in the humid Southern climes,
while fast away we hie to summertime.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 27th, 2022