Oh Gentle Morning Blossom Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In to the night we are going
From departing September's fall
Where autumnal leaves are glowing
Through emotions of songs enthrall

Innocence from yellow to red
The morning where dawn began
Where colors of heaven bled
From the chariot of daybreak's van

Love songs of the heart tenderly
To the midnight of glowing sky
With a heart song of a summer's tree
In the moments of colors that fly

Shining beauties and stars up tall
With luminous autumn's to long
Each moment in their echo call
When leaves were green and young

The happiness in a carefree wonder
That glows to us its honest plea
And then drifts like love asunder
In what we were allowed to see

Oh gentle morning blossom
Of gone summer's remembrance
To each your bouquets awesome
I'm thankful for its beauties glance