Fresh Air Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is now fresh air
On to tomorrow coming
Lovely scenery everywhere
In their blossom summing

Daydreams in green and blue
Filling mountain spaces
Sky in the mist coming thru
With every nature graces

Filling air with fresh stream
River in wilderness play
Everything is but a dream
On this first of autumn day

Love in the singing of birds
Flying from tree to tree
Countryside shiny vineyards
Everything eyes wants to see

Rocky icy tops reaching high
Faraway in their place
Taking to the openness sky
In their true colossal grace

Everything summer has given
That still is here to glow
And we thru days have liven
Until in winter comes snow