Today the hour is summer
For everyone to come
The seeds, the buds newcomer
And each what spring is from
The sweet surplus of flowers
And moments brightly on
Each dreaming daylight hour
That for a time was gone
Irreverent shadowy dark
That in the world is some
In their numb now hark
With promise of new plum
Oh charming contender day
Now everything will be updated
With colors instead of gray
We have so long waited
There surely will be love songs
That now we will come across
Sweet fragrance and the tongues
That beauty of warmth emboss
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-the-hour-is-summer/
