Somber Somber Little Flower Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Somber Somber Little Flower



Somber somber little flower
The morning is hour away
Colors of shades in its tower
Blooms of tinctured May
I’ve imagined love’s sunlight
From possibilities' of dear
Though something of night
Is often in its dark shades near

Feelings of each life deeply
Is nature’s ways' to kiss
Nothing in there is cheaply
Always again never amiss
Each different lay folded
Through the fingers of green
Their arrangement remolded
With meadow grass between

Swaying your small blooms
On the petite sticking body
Now breeze kisses with plumb
The leaves grasses wild goodie

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