Butterflies Of Freedom Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Fly with your wings
To the freedom blossoms
That zephyr about sings

Every colorful play
That resonates in trees
Now momentarily stays
In the frisky free breeze

Summertime’s now gone
With all its beautiful
And every flower is done
To love so adaptable

But memories remain still
Every thought’s close
That keeps the mind fulfill
Like a stunning summer rose

Butterflies of freedoms
The contentment is ours
Gone summer anthems
Are remembered in flowers

Every its theme was singing
Of its beautiful days
Peaceful thoughts on bringing
In winter’s faintly ways