In A Morning New Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Have you seen the flowers?
In a morning new
Swaying fields of hours
In drops of dawn's dew
Sunshine in the clouds
High in drifting air
Loneliness of street crowds
Going from here and there

Like the thoughts don't stay
For a morning song
In its wandering play
To seize the moment’s tongue
Life is never easy
With its catch and find
In its tempest breezy
Leaving much behind

Have you been lonely?
With the people around
That you thought only
You needed to be found
Sometimes life's impersonal
With its streets crowded
Many strangeness drawl
And each ones way doubted