Summer Summer (#2) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Summer summer to you
In weaving emotions
Endless colorings through
To tomorrow's oceans

Contrasting each striking day
Throughout the roads
Intimate outlining play
Till all the tinctures are bled
Thru the evening and day

Summer summer so true
In its shadings devotions
Always unmarked to renew
Leaves of withering erosions

Playful gardens in the allay
Roses yellow blood-red
Thru dance time and ballet
As the daytime's outspread
To each instant roundelay