Waking My Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Waking my heart
dreams about new,
with spring in its start
again, coming through.
Life all is its while
the moments of green,
beauties and beguile
and everything between.

Now there are flowers
with memories gone,
moments and hours
coming with the sun.
Yesterday's feeling
into forgotten past,
new days now stealing
old ways and lost.

Waking the hours
things not yet done,
spring freshly flowers
on the new roads on.
These are the days
giving and waking,
all colors from grays
that summer is making.