My Hope Is In You Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My hope is in you,
My faithful summer song;
Everything in sky blue,
And earth green and young.
My hope is now burning,
Glossy days arriving;
Every season returning,
Life again surviving.

Yesterdays, old and gone,
Clouds are lightly gray;
Wintry frost roses done,
In the fields of middle May.
Yesterdays lie in oblivion,
Memories took them away;
Into the spells of Vivien,
Nothing for long will stay.

My hope is in you,
The seed of new unborn;
Thoughts fresh and new,
Of ways not done or worn.
Awaiting and learning,
No hope depriving;
This keeps returning,
In each reviving.