Peter S. Quinn


I Wait For Spring - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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