Wake Up Wake Up Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Wake up wake up to your call
Now the sun is glowing
Soon there will be here fall
And the summer going
Feelings reaching to their gold
In every autumn's waking
The leaves of life become old
In their green of making

Past yesteryears’ were once new
Giving life and teaching
All the ways of in and through
In their playful reaching
Solar drinking and oranges tones
Filling the cups of departure
Their sunshine cup-full of alones
At new wintry cold stature

Wake up wake up and fly on
Summer that is now leaving
Soon the bouquets blossoms are gone
In their few months bereaving
Let the winter become fresh
In its times and being
The last days of summer were a bless
In their worth and seeing