To Our Time – Sonnet

Each time is of summer or winters bright Of love and compassion so temperate New morning of feelings that comes with light That everything thereon must generate Our life is to behold its bouquets vow And give of its meaning each day some more For the time that we have is only of now For nothing of this life is ever for yore Each summer shall pass into its fading way And give us autumn of memories dust For time that we behold shall never stay Therefore me must give and our heart trust We for these instances like buds of May In each our working of reverie and play