Peter S. Quinn
Imagine - Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Imagine the summer coming
The seasonal year's twilight
Spring with its colors strumming,
Shades from dark to bright;
All the flowers in the earth,
When life begins to grow.
The new regenerating birth,
In the sunshine's hot glow;
Imagine lovely end of spring,
When leaves come back on trees:
Branches where bird do sing,
And flying of buzzing bees;
Every color and its worth,
In beds of flowers show.
Seasonal life's circle - girth,
Contrasting moods to and fro;
Everything summer does bring,
And eyes and ears do please;
Each of the thing and cling,
In the forthcoming gently breeze.
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