Stormy Spring Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Stormy spring, I will meet you,
With wings so full to carry on;
All I wished for, into the blue,
Has left, with memories gone.
Coming futures none could see,
And all that grows from this:
What is there, still flying free?
A life in a hope and a wish.

I will meet you, all the days,
With my offerings I know;
Everything still in the haze,
Wishes that come and go.
Feel my spirit from in there,
That quondam hasn't thwart;
It's of Pegasus everywhere,
Coming strait from a heart.

Stormy spring, I will meet you,
With my contrasting moods;
Each word I tell, be so true,
If it lies in the deepest roots.
Let words have a melody,
And gently sing them, sweetly;
For inspirations are to be:
Flying wings, in so neatly.