June Roads Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Something lost in the rustic leaves
Of an old September song
I've found again in summer retrieves
Of June daydreaming long
Feelings I thought were lost and gone
Full of hope in their breeze
Are here again to carry me on
In their sideways of believes

Yesterday became young and new
Catching the slight softly leaves
That yellow brown withering blew
Near into the oblivion eves
Fresh again every pathway is
Coming full of musing fantasies on
Treetops in their peeks and whiz
Summer days of pulchritudinous yon

Summer is like a song that comes
With full chorus lines rising
And into every verdure space hums
Full of tincturing surprising
The love songs spring tides weaving
Much hope to look forward to
After a dimwitted night aggrieving
Before June roads came through



(A song from my ‘Beautiful Melodies’, a lead sheet shall follow shortly on the net)