I Crave Every Voice - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I crave every voice from summer's last time
That nourished my heart through the wood and street
When tinctures were full in glow and prime
And feeling were like dawn in their own treat
Oh love of my love, where are you for now?
In every gone footstep that I have lost
I need you back here in my thoughts somehow
For greenery boughs and blossoms are tossed

Where has all the height of your harvest gone?
On to the pale stones of plaid memories
Where once there was springtime and sunshine shone
Through the branches and tops of the jade trees
I crave your fleeting shade and growing much
Each weaving with tenderness, in new touch