In Openness Through (Sonnet) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The impressive days of love are going by
With the wings to fly in their true about
In openness through the blue and cloudy sky
And carrying their freshness without any doubt
The moments that to silences have given
The voices of the heart and fields of green
When eternity passes or is liven
Of their beats of endures and between

When the woods are carried with the freshly air
On the winds of fragrance breathy so sweet
And each dissensions comes to closure here
Through leaves of the golden-red that have bleat
To our autumn that carries openness on
Through winter's shallow time till those are gone