Peter S. Quinn Poems

Everything is going as it goes
Full of hope for a new day
On to moments as the wind blows
Anything that was here to play
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A dew on a bloom,
Is the morning in beauty
- If you notice it.
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Why is my haiku
So scattering in cold words?
- When the earth is white.
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Flowers in the frost,
the fortunate and star-crossed
- some of life is lost.
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Wintry sunlight
by golden silvers
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Little seedlings grow,
in winter's December snow
- this and that might glow.
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Floating on the waves,
like notes on musical staves
- one and one enclaves!
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Burned somehow

by the growing flames
and candles of ecstasy
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Bluebird fly away
to the newborn coming day
- the past reconvey!
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Rhythmical tidings,
day by day awakenings
- contrasting sidings.
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