Tentative Marvels (From The 'Upside Down') Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day should be like an untouched
To set its moods to each new occasions
The rushing of fragrance and colors clutched
Each tutored trace and tact of persuasion
Tentative marvels of rapturous-eyes
Thousands little believes so well apart
Like morning aspect in winter's disguise
With frozen drift in its conceptual art

Nothing to wholeness in late delights
Delicately in freshness we meet
When we learn and think to strive for anew
Ongoing persistent in to their rites
Air of nightfall total essence heartbeat
Only in knowledge to the very few