Peter S. Quinn


Summer Summer (#3)


Summer summer come here
Let your songs sing
Tinctures are everywhere
Bouquets of early spring

Birds are making love
And singing in the trees
Flying here around above
For eyes and ears to please

Summer summer of delight
Everything is in aglow
Now the times are alright
Though later they will go

Drifting clouds afar away
Meeting sun and moon
Now is early morning day
But twilight comes though soon

Early day and late night
Dreams are in their going sea
Flowers colored in the bright
All is for love eternally

Summer summer you are now
For a moment in my sight
Each view pleasures to endow
In the shades of redden height

Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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