Peter S. Quinn


Day To Day Pictures – To the Path of Spring


Day to day pictures
Are everywhere in glow
Dark to white strictures
In the dissolving snow
And when spring comes
With its freshness sung
The cores take plums
In every feeling young

Day to day footsteps
Bringing me on the road
Into the new concepts
Of its furling ode
Every time to escalate
From its starting edge
Become true and great
In its summer's pledge

Day to you - its ignite
Spinning weaves of gold
Into spring's young night
That love has yet not told
Oh come love - convince
Your true heart's desire
I'll be your fairy prince
To start dawning sapphire

Submitted: Wednesday, January 02, 2008

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