Merry-Go-Round Season Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Merry-go-round season,
With variations in reason;
Shades to darkly night,
Or colors so full and bright.
Every way of a spark,
From the morning till dark;
Each so deeply profound,
Circling round and around.
Feelings for each delight,
Earthly spirit in the flight;
You are so full and vast,
Matter beholds you last.
Sweet of taste and fruitful,
Never a thoughtless rule;
In giving and in taking,
New seeds to life waking.
Stranger to none fate,
Like time it's of same blade;
The coming of each dawn,
That lights up dusky gown.