There's Music In The Air Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There's music in the air,
With songs of love so fine;
Singing passions everywhere,
Graces in autumn's shine.

All the moods are trying,
To give the rightful shades;
Fragrance of summer flying,
Naturally in all debates.

Love's giving amours stroke,
Wonderful in its design;
Its color thus autumn woke,
Too complex here to define.

Though summer's parking,
There is plenty of sight;
Blossoms still sparking,
In the twilight's light.

There's music in the air,
From landscapes and stills;
A seasonal turning year,
Longings soon mind fills.