Peaceful Is The August Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Autumn is like a song
With the flowers glowing
Days of past to long
In the times of going
Life is just a bliss
Our dreams that go away
Memories all this
That we had for a day

Ever on their fainting
Summer songs new
That the birds are painting
With their tones true
Life is always giving
Dreams that come true
And we are them living
As the hours go through

Peaceful is the august
In its going on by
With its perfumed gust
And clouds on blue sky
All is just for awhile
As the moment's fall
Days in summer beguile
Until autumn's call