Sonnet, Each Day Has A Song

Each day has a song for a moment to sing
New in with a feeling - each of its own
Happy or quite moody what a day might bring
Presence and passing each of special tone
Coming quick down at times someone to please
Seconds and the minutes making them through
Light and dark songs - melodies to appease
Drinks of time’s beauty - quaffed to the new

In day by day with its delicate glow
From hours before with the dreams that have gone
The mist has its way - not everything to show
Time goes by when each reverie is done
To where do they depart - lovely songs to hear?
Like burn from new morn they slowly disappear

by Peter S. Quinn

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