Spring Poem Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Spring is beginning
to grow its while,
and breeze is now singing
in tincture style;
to give in the new
and reach happiness,
let spring on through
and become fresh.

For life is a glow
with a touch of hours,
a beautiful flow
with all its fresh flowers;
in dreams to live
of moment's coming,
the beauty to give
in colorful blooming.

Soon comes the day
of sunshine new,
in summerset play
for joyfulness true.

Skies bright and clear
winter nights going,
spring will be soon here
in tinctures flowing