Ode To Spring's Return, A Sonnet After Shelley Poem by Richard St. Clair

Long winter's here, can spring be far behind?
Snow again today, the cold clings fast,
Memories of recent times and past,
Yet feeling spring stir in my soul and mind.
These memories are tricky things indeed,
Some good, some bad: some traumatic too:
I must live with all of them, can't woo
A year-round springtime of fresh sprouting seed.
For now, it's still the depth of wintertime,
One or two days, here and there, are warm
Enough to melt the icepatch with its harm,
Enough to spur me to break forth in rhyme!
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Blow now to set these Wintry days fast fleeing!