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At Times in Shadows Sonnet
Days of beauty are at times in shadows
Of the cloudlets coming through the deep sky
The feelings of dark in questions of why
With some radiance aspect of their glows
The tender light in a heart that once was bright
Is shading in more and becoming all less
When heaven is in rain clouds without caress
And days become like silhouettes in night
Such days are lacking thoughts in serenely
And impaired to half in their broken dark
Too calm to be in good or endearingly
And never in grace to kindness embark
Shades of their ways are irked yet beautiful
In their raven tress and discordant dull
Peter S. Quinn
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Attic Old Flowers
The morning has come
To give back to some
The attic old flowers
From past summer showers
The things from past days
That gave us times to remember
The turning and lost ways
Like autumn in September
You and I so very close
Going for sure and more
Believe in loving giving a rose
Kindness is what life is for
Always to please early on
Nothing could stop our believe
Flowers so sweet in the sun
Ours to give hours to weave
Living our lives caring be gone
Ride on to years with love
Much of it lost still there is fun
Drifting like clouds far above
The morning has come
To give back to some
The attic old flowers
From past summer showers
Peter S. Quinn
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Autumn Feeling
Feeling of love is everywhere
As the times go on by
I'll remember it here and there
Like sun glow in the sky
Days gone were lonely some
Everything is again calling
Emotions like summer blossom
Day to the autumn falling
Feeling of a dream in heart
Love like tones of deep
Everything goes night will start
Nothing is ours to keep
Garden flowers falling leaves
Songs of summer leaving
Moments in their lonely grieves
Hours in shadows deceiving
Feeling inside of loneliness
As autumn says goodbye
Moments of green and caress
Falling leaves on their fly
Everything had its summer dream
Now it time is done
Yesterdays in the autumn stream
Hours of remembrance on
Peter S. Quinn
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'AUTUMN' haiku
The autumn
each leaf turning gold then brown
soon fallen to earth
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We want to thank everybody, who has written comments to Peters poetry, - you are most honorable people. Thank you all ; -)
The Crew
Peter S. Quinn
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