Peter S. Quinn

Blossoms of blue and white
Onto the hours of dark
From night of deepest night
Once again they´ll spark
Shadings of wonderment ways
All of tinctured spring
From dark of winter grays
Now to earth shall sing

I feel much singing in me
As days go by and by
Its freedom of light free
Opening up cloudy sky
There once was dim in deep
Much gray in dark go
But now the sun shall reap
Blooms from seeds grow

Blossoms of life in earth
Wonderment of true call
Living is now much worth
In summer and then fall
The circle of life goes on
In pavements of growing
The struggle of life has won
In brightness of glowing