The Day Is Anew Today Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is anew today
and something new's coming,
the past will blow away
for seeds of fresh blooming;
the hour is always going
into the past all on,
and we will learn knowing
what we have then done.

But the day is also old
with all their memories,
that come and then unfold
like leaves on autumn trees;
it is the season's way
to make the new-found fall,
and give another fresh day
for futures than to call.

The night is here away
inflowing glisten glow,
for winter is now to stay
in the nighttime full of snow;
the days of summer gone
when yesterday wasn't here,
to carry our dreams on
in happiness everywhere.