The leaves are in now green <br />With breezy bud's tint <br />Twilight’s of days between <br />And fragrances of sweet mint <br /> <br />They are swaying to and fro <br />The branches of the trees <br />Tomorrow still early to know <br />What comes in the air ease? <br /> <br />The ballad of old blue road <br />Is filling the path in green <br />Where icily luminesce tiptoed <br />In moonlight reflect between <br /> <br />And day is becoming bright <br />With silvery petals yellow <br />From under the coldness night <br />That once played gelid cello<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-33/
