I Crave The Summer Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I crave the summer that gave dreams and hope
Those feelings through the streets of blossom bright
When day was busting and there was no night
And I felt pleasures of living grope
When the days were young in their drifting way
Like clouds far above in the brightness sky
Each dream that was falling rose again high
In curves of fairness rising and play

Now winter is dim in its moody song
And drifting in icily snowy white
Morning like twilight in deep oceans dark
Where dreams are to live in memories long
Like indelible scents from autumn gone light
That once in yellow red leaves did spark