Time Spaces - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Time spaces of greenery grass going around
Every day counting clouds in the drifting
Meadows and hill sides all earthly bound
In their tides and river streams shifting
Falling days to evening then to night
Circling motions on the horizon distance
Coming through to the twinkling starry light
With their faraway blue and glowing trance

Crooked branches through all the living on going
Within shadows and brooks of its own time
Every instance of moods in their glowing
That today and the evening shows its prime
Like a photograph always giving more
That comes today or tomorrow might store