Peter S. Quinn


Moods - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Time's moods are changing,
Winter is rearranging
- The sky until spring.

I feel the dark night,
That comes now to give its sight
- Autumn's lost in flight.

Forlorn the trees are,
Like faraway twinkling star
- Wind's at peace and war.

Where will the song be?
While the forest is lonely
- Quite unbearably.

Summer breezing come,
Away with dullness ho-hum
- And its moody glum.

Let the seeds now grow,
With some summer wind's ho ho
- Down this garden row.

Give freshness in mind,
Let us new fragrance still find
- Leave unease behind.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 19, 2010


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