A Love Song For A Season (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A love song for a season
Is to come to and shine
With love and ways of reason
Doing everything to combine
In those things that give grain
Filling moments of instance
Traveling through catchy rain
For its flow going trance

There are new and moments on
Finding destines to try
Before rivers are dry and done
In their flow of going by
Summer moods are here to give
What we know of pleasures
Circle motions that will live
Open ways of wild treasures

Love song to the nature wild
With its many turning ways
Like the cobble stones are tilde
In their concrete colored grays
Something there to build and turn
From their starting point
On gone bridges they will burn
Those connect a joint to joint