I Wait For Spring Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I Wait For Spring



Now is no time for anything
Only some dreams faraway
This winter I wait for spring
The rising of a flowering day

My ears are open to sound
That awakes songs into air
So much newborn is found
Pleasurable around and fair

Memories from gone past
I hold now close to my heart
When summer comes at last
Each of them I again impart

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