Spring will now come...
in a tuneful melody,
with its beautiful bloom
and a wistful free.
For dark and gray
is on its leaving,
with its breezy on play
and showers braving.
Nothing is there still
in the coming days,
for dreams to fulfill
from the sunny rays.
Oh hour be still
to give of its while,
and summer to fulfill
in moment's beguile.
The dark of days
in hours going,
now to moments play
in colors showing.
And soon there is summer
in a beautiful while,
bouquets of bloomer
of days in new style.
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2018-04-13 at 19:29
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Spring Poem
Spring will now comein a tuneful melody,
with its beautiful bloom
and a wistful free.
For dark and gray
is on its leaving,
with its breezy on play
and showers braving.
Nothing is there still
in the coming days,
for dreams to fulfill
from the sunny rays.
Oh hour be still
to give of its while,
and summer to fulfill
in moment's beguile.
The dark of days
in hours going,
now to moments play
in colors showing.
And soon there is summer
in a beautiful while,
bouquets of bloomer
of days in new style.
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
Read 848 times
Written on 2018-04-13 at 19:29
Tags Spring
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