My Day To Day Shadows Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My day to day shadows fall to ashes
As the springtime comes nearer about
And brings in its traditions with no doubt
In early morning rain falling splashes
When I know the times are arriving
In the blossoming secretly desire
When the tinctures become more with fire
What new hope and caressing are striving

Hours are coming in its deep water hue
Yielding and touching the greenery things
Interventions spreading blossoms to share
Credit of darkness is soon to be brought through
For velvety depths and water blue springs
And joy to come in and give us its flare