To Life Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I love the tiny little flowers
Those that come freshly in spring
In the stunning newly hours
That newborn summer bring

In their colors white and yellow
The little seedlings in the snow
With their rising saying hello
Like first of sunrise glow

I love every little bouquet
That grows in the garden’s bed
And I don’t winter regret
With its snowy wingspread

Or its darkness in icy cold
That nothing will give to wake
And no touch of love can hold
By moonlight at the lake

I love all the little crocuses
That shall bring new Ester in
When early spring focuses
On its shading tints spin

With each newly growth of living
That dances in freshly gust
The earth is again giving
To life in new robust