Gifts Of Blossom Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The green in the clamor of coming spring
With feelings of summer like butterfly
On to the moments of azure born sky
When love will be young in a heart to sing
Carrying the flowers of peace and new thought
With the unsullied breeze that comes here through
Colors abandoned in winter's cold furrow
Now again glowing and to the front brought

Gifts of blossom in wholesome reverie
Offerings in the sun filling each day
Brimming joys on to its living every
Now by structures of passing disarray
All the hope coming from silences going
Filling new mornings with freshness showing