Peter S. Quinn Poems

with the flames
of faith
all trees
grow tall
...

with yellow fingers
ghosts of days
passing away
...

wooden leaves dreams
practicalities of gravity's
and the lifting mind
...

you'll long
to keep that fire

of touch and nerves
...

you'll look
at anything

personal
...

Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
...

there's a way
for tomorrow
to come in
...

time eyes
blue morning reality

walking instant
...

today dresses
new time

yesterdays survive in
...

Each the color garden summer of bloom
Crossing the way to the serene of blue
Up to the sky and there drifting in new
Cloudlet moments that come airway with room
...