Stirring The Water (From, Occasional Songs) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Stirring the water
That flows from the past,
Memories and globetrotter
Each to each is classed;
Shades that are of shapes
Fulsome and there hidden,
Sweeter fruits and grapes
Full of world quarrels ridden.

Stirring the soft light
That flows with time being,
Giving out the hindsight
Judge what you are seeing;
From the corners too strait
And circles round their own,
All that's to accommodate
What is not clearly shown.

Stirring the new hour
From earth's footsteps on,
Seeds and each flower
That processes from its awn;
Paths to hills and meadows
With swaying grass of green,
Everything that up grows
From where it's before been.