Sonnet Of Contrasts Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A pleasure of love in sweet summer day,
Is calling through the bracing onward players;
Some dreariness is in its harp and play,
All tempers of dreams on lush earthly layers.

Life blossoms have given joy and its tears,
Filled up their spell from summer fireside;
Blossoming days to the darkness and years,
As their moments through existence has glide.

Rainbows are falling with the days and rain,
Giving their hope in the coming spellbound;
Summer set days to the autumn for pleasure,
Heart ticks the beat in happiness or pain;
Coming with the tides around and around
Full of life's sorrow or happiness treasure