Oh Sensual Spring Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh sensual spring,
A day to come;
To the hour will sing,
So it may bloom.
Like morning fire,
Of dawn's new gold;
The burning desire,
That none can hold.

Bring forth the truth,
That lies in a flower;
Young in its youth,
Enriched by new shower.
With pearls from sky,
Those breezes only know;
Before it will die,
Where each one will go.

Oh glory of day,
The shine that's bright;
Ray's golden stairway,
That brings in the light.
How much I adore you,
When I catch the sight;
Of the moistening dew,
From jade's dark nephrite.