Yesterday’s Rustic Thorns (From Album, Like Love Is True) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Just like a new day is born
Filling the hours in abide
Yesterday’s rustic thorns
Leaves by the passing side
Fragrance from old in to new
Remorse of the thinking on
The day of age going through
Everything of beauty now gone

Life to be easy from frozen
Tangling woods inside a mind
Some too long and be chosen
When they each other can find
Form every separate way done

Clouds of the many yesterdays
Kissing the bleaching moon
Many of the ordinary ways
From all yesteryears hewn
Searching to find what's lost
Threads of hoary frozen tears
Feelings into silence tossed
Memories ladders to the years

Life to be easy from frozen
Tangling woods inside a mind
Some too long and be chosen
When they each other can find
From each nerve that away steers

Fires of the many feelings
That gives every true glowing
Silver threads nerves stealing
From the hours of the going
To transmit the beauty of days
Dreams of splendor into sun
The lot unclouded in its blue ways
That from new morning has begun

Life to be easy from frozen
Tangling woods inside a mind
Some too long and be chosen
When they each other can find
And the abandoned snow's on run