Moments Come And Go Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Moments they come and go
Itchy they will fly around
In with December's falling snow
Some love of winter is found
Yesterday is never again born
Only vanishing footsteps going
Through their stepwise worn
Open with the moments flowing

Love is found and also lost
Everything we care to remember
Some are broken double crossed
Like autumn leaves of September
Hours have their threading lines
Waking ways of its stimulations
Summer shade flowers that declines
After its growth and graduations

Moments in their flashy spark
Sinuous in purposes and rationales
Ages in its intentional trademark
Bumper stickers and various decals
Split seconds for each occasion's new
What is love without all this?
Mind games playing going through
After a while we don't care or miss