Edges Of The Earth Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Edges of the earth
In their rough seam
Years of time´s birth
And minutes between
Love songs of flowers
Leaves in their lay
Opening thru hours
Along with lives play

Something of love
Feelings in their birth
Keeping skies above
In their variations worth
You and I living
In our days epoch
Passion truly giving
Like a melting snow

Rustic leaves autumn
Of memories past
Forward they all come
In footsteps ours vast
Like a candle glowing
Its iridescent burn
So are times going
Never again to return