There's A Love Song Awaiting Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There's a love song awaiting,
For the summer to come in;
Every old memory deleting,
That's not of the same spirit kin.

I've been lonesome this winter,
With hardly anything to do;
Now I'll be joining the spring tinter,
This comes with shades new.

The country's bringing in wisdom,
Teaching you love and passion;
In every little summer blossom,
That into the winter had gone.

All the love in trees and leaves,
Conjuring every new breath;
Breezing away old dark grieves,
Awaking the summer from death.

There's a love song awaiting,
Holding not to a frosty memory;
Everything grayness debating,
Setting all the colors again free.