Now Is The Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There was loneliness on the street
Giving so much of its lost
Filling pages of much empty read
Sheets turned and tossed
Birds are coming back to every tree
As the summer is neighborly glowing
Something to do and give tenderly
After gloomy winter snowing

So much to confess and try out
With the wings of the days that are coming
Talking to someone so much about
As every window is blooming
Pain confidently be kept away
Filling just yesterdays’ woes
Now is the day of the new summer day
From every shadow that goes