Bird Of Spring Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like butterfly she is
Whispering to the breeze
Early morning cheerful kiss
Shall try her wing and please
On to colors of the sky
Bird of the green spring
Fly on and fly on high
Let your heart to your mood sing

All days have been calling
To reach your goal days
As night and night are falling
You’ll have your winged ways
For love is in your hair
And the eyes that ask for touch
To reach an affection and care
In Venus of love so much

Like butterfly a dream
In natures own color symphony
In the rivers of fervor stream
Each stroke is forever and free
A day again turns to night
And fantasies of love begin
Bird of spring in her flight
Touches her passion within