Sonnet 72, I'Ll Be Regretful Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'll be regretful if I seek them in vain,
Songsters that so softly tunes to me bring
And give me pleasures without any pain,
As when the first of colours come in spring.
The fruits of life are all in shades of green,
That nature gives when first she is in bloom
And all there is of feelings in between,
Until the autumn comes as fallen groom.
With colours darker laying on each way,
Like dove sleeping silently under wing;
Softly and white in winters overlay
When birds have flown and nature can not sing.
It is like love that comes of feelings first
And then in yearnings on and on will thirst.