Lighter And Lighter (Also A Song At Sibeliusmusic) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Into its sudden flare now
Where it is just flowing
Summer morning on the row
Wintry breeze is going
The past is in its bereaving
One by one they are gone
Slowing down its re paving
Days that once shone

Seeds of old yesterdays
Spreading around its shine
Into the many new ways
Those in with spring's line
Silences of the unborn
Into the coming days
Footsteps they've worn
Alongside the many trays

Gatherings and resisting
Afternoons - the between
Morning and days misting
For the hours not yet seen
Everything has its beginning
From the infinite nothing
Like rain pearls on a string
Into attenuated air puffing