A Song To Her Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A Song To Her



I found her in autumn
In her new blue dress
Every shade was in bottom
Of gone summer's caress
I knew though her song
Of love that we made
When themes were young
As in early blossoms grade

And as the saying old goes
Each blossom will seed
If its surroundings all glows
In fertile soil without weed
The warm scent of summer
Gives its enchanting appeal
And to every newcomer
A new proliferation feel

I found her also in spring
When she wore all white
And with seedlings did sing
When they turned to the light
All new that here comes
I know is of the living riches
And with her it all plumbs
When the dark ways she ‘ditches’

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