Peter S. Quinn


In Summer Woods - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now the hours are summer in bright
With love songs of days going through
The woods are in green foliage light
Every day in the sunshine renew

The flowing of tinctures is here
Where dreams go about in their playing
There are color blossoms everywhere
Shades of dark and fair in weighing

Oh dreams come and make no mistake
Your playfully sounds are sweeping
In morning of wonders summer's wake
Those hours of daybreak are keeping

Each yonder is in a faraway blue
Making the sky -lovely dark and deep
All colors are now awaking and true
For the hours of pleasures to keep


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013


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