In The Days Of The Past Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the days of the past
There were roses sweet
With loves colors cast
In the hue reddish treat
Fading into blue dream
Of the blooming beside
With a new spring's theme
Where winters once glide
Coldness is again away
From a new spring mood
Bringing out each gray
From gloomy dark blued
Cloudless horizon of dawn
Rising from drowsy sight
Coming into valley's lawn
With the first gleam of light
Moments are present still
In the gentleness of sleep
Later with voices to fill
And the date again to reap