The Cycle Of The Season Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The cycle of the season
On the land and the sea
Each and every reason
Those come inside to be
When less is meaning more
And understanding relishing
What dimensions are for
That each day up is rising

This is art concealing arts
Of tides and windy shore
Where every weaving starts
To wake up and to explore
The relationship between lives
That fills the power of all
The forces of each strives
That makes the starting call

Each day we learn from reality
Where imageries pattern goes
What comes in passion free?
And give us each new flows
Wisdoms in memorable forms
Of longings that are there
In places and its storms
That embodies lines everywhere