Peter S. Quinn
Sonnet 134, Poems Of Summer... - Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Poems of summer are like butterflies,
On colorful wings they faraway go,
Into the forest where flowers seed grow
And a gust from the wind falls down and dies.
The earth with green meadows and clear blue skies:
Your poems of colors now overflow.
This is your season, and this is your show,
With a climax of blooming set for July's.
Poems of winter are likewise of pleasure,
When glistening snowflakes cover the ground,
After autumn symphony of falling leaves.
Each seasonal coming is of earth's treasure,
Colorful flowering or snow all around:
Seasonal poems, what man there perceives.
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