In The Summer Park Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the summer park
Where days are beautiful,
the glow shine spark,
of colors never dull;
all is in the day
and morning rising new,
leaves and blossoms lay
all enjoyment for you.

Life is like a breeze
touch of moments going,
blossoms and summer trees
in their beauty glowing;
like a dream so new
and moments in the mind,
this comes now through
but is then left behind.

In the summer park
I have this for now,
this till fall in the dark
when autumn closes brow;
and yesterdays are gone
in forgotten memories,
and winter dark goes on
with leafless brow trees.