Those Days - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Remember every leaping of gone dream
Where aroma of rose bouquets gave fragrance
And nothing in reality for long did seem
Of wearing colors of the leaves in blanch
Those days were truly gifts of earth in blossoms
The golden clay layers and the summer leaves
In days of dwelling and greenery possum
With magical moments in fullest thrives

Those days are now in slowness of hiemal wear
In shadows of silences circling around
With imaginings awaiting for spring year
And new-fangled prospect in the open then found
Moments are now snowing and accumulating
For summer to come in its fresh debating