Peter S. Quinn

Tinctures Of Life - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A new day is always in trouble
Of what's to come and be
In clearance sightseeing double
Each day from a morning so free
And as the day goes on and on
With luck of hope to follow
Falling footsteps will be gone
Thru dark and shadows hollow

But now the sky is quite blue
In all its shining on wonder
With light of afresh coming thru
In tinctures of life asunder
Some that might dazzle bright
With feelings in higher singing
Until there again is night
With more of its shadows bringing

A morning in the coming clear
With every its way and worth
Love to accomplish and share
From hours of its weigh and worth
In green of the meadows and hills
And plentiful more to give
Like a breeze of a moment fills
In the life we together now live

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010

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