Futures Whirl Around (From, Moderate Tempers) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Futures whirl around
Nothing is to be found
Lost in the sightings new
Among the treasured few
Flowers of the past
Inside and outside cast
Into lost yesterdays skies
Drifting their goodbyes

Summerset will come
From each corner from
Lightly weighting load
On to the twining road
Anywhere from there go
Fast paces and the slow
Giving the futures try
Where each our destiny lie

Rising onward morning
In to day's thoughts aborning
Sunshine with its rain
Distinguish beauty and pain
All around to carry out
Flexuous sprouts of doubt
Lingering to life's fate
Loving, respect and hate