There Is Time To Remember Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When the day is young
In its new and freshly spring
Glowing new flowers among
Before summer takes its swing
There is time to remember
Of autumn past yellow leaves
Love songs of last September
In the ember of reddish eves

Though you love coming summer
And the days ahead in blue
With seeds in budding number
When everything comes quite new
Where days of golden sunshine
Or in the foggy drizzling rain
Like moods in heart's guideline
Where colors of blossoms reign

You’ll always consider that old song
Of love’s brown foliage and yellow
When hearts together stood along
In the final of last summer’s glow
Where time was growing dark
And stars were beginning to fall
Twinkling in daydreams spark
Now gone away once and for all