Sonnet 8, All Summer Love...

Poem By Peter S. Quinn

All summer love I feel in hearts today,
For it is this time of season - now here,
Where I go to nature for sightings play
And later with others my pleasures share.
For it is of growth and flowers to see
That I can't admit or willingly complain,
Spirit of gold comes from greenness of tree,
The others are merely seen all in vain.
Each colour seen is delightful to eyes,
Roses in bed in the prime of their shades,
The living of things when summer is high;
But time does not stand still and flower dies,
The garden of summer in colours fades,
For it's because of life that one must die...

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