Song For Next Spring Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My heart is always near
The summer setting's mood
When comes in new spring year
Of its pleasures of given fruit
On returning unsullied beauty
Of love in a newly spring
And carelessly without duty
When we again care for to sing

Of marvels of an evening sky
With the callings of a bird
When we ask of reasons why
Of a flower in color and gird
In moments then coming alive
Of joy in the blue and green
When promising summer arrive
And its shadings in all between

My heart is with this hour
A waking point in springtime
When dewdrops on a flower
Is in its up-and-coming prime
And love is all of new love
And a daydreaming there too
With the hope of the sky above
In its azure and sweetly blue

~*~

(In his early youth, T. S. Eliot wrote this Song:

When we came home across the hill
No leaves were fallen from the trees;
The gentle fingers of the breeze
Had torn no quivering cobweb down.

The hederrow bloomed with flowers still,
No withered petals lay beneath;
But the wild roses in your wreath
Were faded, and the leaves were brown.)