Here's my Sonnet

Hurt wanes through the passage of the seasons,
And seasons of these lives will ever change.
Passing time that ticks beyond my reason.
Winter, a silent growth, which eye view strange,
Dormant, cold, covered with heavy white.
Arrival of spring echoes through the songs,
The resting creatures wake from a long night.
Love and joyous tunes, drive away the wrongs.
Perils of winter are soon forgotten.
Just a bitter memory--- A cool breeze
Rushing through the spring, now will minds rotten?
Yet warmth surrounds and we forget with ease.

When the time passes with out me knowing,
Winter is over, now spring is growing.