Peter S. Quinn Poems

Weave me a summer air
Oh sully autumn breeze
Give me the blossoms there
Before the ground will freeze
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A delightful thought
Because of its pearly glow
Always with winter is caught
Of icily frosty snow
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Art is nothing but hardship and struggles
The wound of my flesh and with its jagged blade
Fists of my spirit and its hard juggles
Earth to earth in its clay formative made
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Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
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I am happy because there's sun,
I see the winter's done;
And all frosty is out of the earth,
The green has now a new birth.
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Can you feel it?
Step by step how it goes
All is coming around again
Like the wind that blows
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Give us hope
To follow dreams
To the hours
That are long gone
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Do you remember when love was in youth?
Every day so fresh without shadows
Only today and tomorrow - in glows
Showing innocence and colors of truth
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Music is a gift
To grow as you feel
Blessings to uplift
Drama to give and heal
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Spliced
To straight blade

Kind—but grating
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