Another Summer Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Another summer day
Now on the horizon

Coming of colored way
In form and deviation

Clouds are drifting by
In their wonderment

Filling up the blue sky
In their yawning distant

Another dream living
Finding the beautiful

Of pleasures in giving
Those never are dull

Their moments of joy
In all hours waking

A summer can employ
In dreams of a making

These days now here
With much to look for

Earth coloring year
That being all adore

In days clear bright
Where dreams on go

New emerald green sight
In opened vision flow