Fields Of Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

So much green, so much blue
In every days of coming renew

Flowers born from their seed
Of the earth and in its deed

Love that’s wild in all its play
Of pleasures breeze of the day

So much here to give and take
As the morning comes to awake

So much sky so much seen
Every hour of its between

Pleasures born and then going
Every day its truth showing

In their wakes of the beautiful
Where the fields of flowers rule

Pleasures coming to nest
All that's within one’s own breast

Yesterday that once was here
Those seeds now everywhere

Fields of time in green and blue
Everything that comes here thru

As the day grows in its flight
Bringing fragrances to its height

When love is in the breeze of air
From you to me and both to share