Peter S. Quinn Poems

Another summer day
Now on the horizon

Coming of colored way
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Enjoying life before it all away goes
On to the winter’s playing penumbra field
What was of proceeding is now like glows
One at a time falling in oldness yield
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To the open sea
Of the faraway
I’ll be going on free
To meet a new day
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The day is now becoming dark
With its silver threads and lining
Summer shine that once did spark
Is still from the inside shining
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If you're thought is paper worth
With words from inside grown
That your heart gave birth
Like seagulls in the sky
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morning walking
lingering on
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Fallen autumn leaves,
Summer songs and shade believes
- in their sweetest eves.
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Feelings are painless or pain such is music,
Life eternally on of joy and sorrow;
Each of its own half of what we do sic,
Not of the same way as that of tomorrow.
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Light symphonies play,
before cold dawn makes a day
- twilight's misty way.
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The leaves are all dead,
and summer dreams aforesaid
- better springs ahead.
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